Master P

[fox69]

"Scream"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

"Scream"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)



Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here

[Master P]

Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper
just a young thug tryin' make it
visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me
forgive me for my weed and my hennessy
young killers when I'm gone won't remember
green and women be my past time
live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes
seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas
I got .45, nines, and gats cocked
young homies bangin' corner signs on my block
and the average age is twenty-five
young homies don't even live to retire
I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold

[Chorus (2X)]
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'

[Silkk the Shocker]

P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid
I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys
these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares
I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there
I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good
put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood
can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper
he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin'
I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits
but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it
see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared
visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys
its past my time to get high off green and swisher
i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister
you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya
your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya
one two I'm comin' for you
three four I'm kickin' up in your door
life it seems to be a bad dream
scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream

[Chorus (2X)]
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'

 

[fox69]

"Sellin' Ice Cream"
(feat. Mo B. Dick)

"Sellin' Ice Cream"
(feat. Mo B. Dick)



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money

[Verse 1: - Master P]
I'm in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream
72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's
For all you niggas that smokes
I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside of Richmond, California
Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya
You better break North or South, before we take you out
Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crackhouse
Lay down on the floor bitch break me off
Before you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-off
I'm goin crazy, Indonesia
Blowin' up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you
With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya
Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro

[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money

[Verse 2]
Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert eagle
candy cane switches thats how us G's roll
Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay
Seen Tina from the town layed her that's a dizzay
The side show was jumpin' (bumpin')
Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin'
And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep
My little homies from Oakland got chased by the police
And these hoes wanna kick it
I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket
And tonight I'ma page her
My niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade ya
When your ballin they jealous they hatin'
I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytons
And they bitches started lookin at me
Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy
Get more hoes than freak show
Ask your bitch, nigga she know
But ya'll can't fade us
Cause No Limit niggas come harder than the Raiders
I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump
What you see motherfucker is what you saw
Cause ain't no stoppin' No Limit
TRU and Master P it's only the beginning
And we in it to win it like a roitweiler
I won't stop fool I already made a million dollars
And I'm up and outtie on a comeback
Tryin' to get a fuckin' million in big stacks

[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money

[Mo B. Dick]
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit
Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay
It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit

[Master P talking]
Say wassup to all y'all players out there
Ice cream is trickin' us
In case y'all wondering what ice cream is
It's anything that you can make profit off of
I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper
that's ice cream
anything you can make some dizzolars off of
ya heard me?, remember that players

 

[fox69]

"Shake What Ya Got"
(feat. Black, C-Los, Pop, Tank)

"Shake What Ya Got"
(feat. Black, C-Los, Pop, Tank)



[Master P]
Hey ma [repeat 3X]
Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot

[Verse One: Master P, C-Los]
It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her
I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot
Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it
I'm usually not the type to jock
But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all

[Verse Three: Tank]
Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can
make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math
Add me and subtract your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya pros and bounce to the banjos

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Shoot 'Em Up"

"Shoot 'Em Up"


[Master P]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit like fuck the police
See I can never fuckin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if I think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up

[Master P]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the P would come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now I went big time, I got 'em all ass kissin'
I roll in the Benzo, sittin' on Lorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the Underground alone I done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-looked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, I gotta shoot you up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up

[Master P]
So I refuse to get paid like them other dummies
Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money
You see I gotta fuck 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up
Lookin' for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked like a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground I rule
Success came fast but I done paid hella dues
Alot of rappers try ??, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a nigga up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up

[Master P]
Yeah niggas you better break your mother fuckin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this Underground shit for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year
I got my partner Calli G close to me
Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fuckin' house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Shut It Down"
(feat. Slim Thug)

"Shut It Down"
(feat. Slim Thug)



[MP] Slim Thug you ready?
[ST] Geyeah!
[MP] I'm on my way from New Orleans, and I'm comin to Texas
[MP] And we gon' handle this, ya heard?
[ST] Slim Thugga
[MP] Ghetto Bill!

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down

[Master P]
Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor
Nigga wanna fight I got a motherfuckin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Whole city walk through, they give me kisses and hugs
I'm a real motherfucker, I ain't takin no shit
I got golds in my mouth, and ice on my wrist
Homies see me in the club and they tryin to hate
I'm poppin bottles in the club cause I'm hard as a 8
Suckers try to mean mug but they ain't bustin a grape
Get my money from the block flippin quarters and eighths
I'm a No Limit Soldier, motherfucker you heard me
Uptown, Calliope, projects to dirty
65 for birdies, call me you thirsty
I'm a legend in the hood like the boy James Worthy
You ain't a soldier motherfucker keep steppin
Turn a, 211 to a 187 - yeah

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
Slim Thuggahhhh
Boys gotta lay it down when the boss come around
Or the glock fo' pound gon' knock 'em on the ground
Geyeah - you can vouch in my town I'm a motherfuckin G
And I got a lotta soldiers on my team like P
I get word that them haters tryna catch a nigga slippin - what?
Run your ass up and you gon' catch a ass-whippin
I'm flippin through my hood on Vogues, still tippin
Glock cocked with the clip in, hell naw I ain't trippin
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, chasin my bread
Snitch niggaz out here tellin got me shakin the feds
I'm in the club pullin hoes, fuck datin instead
I got a supermodel at the crib waitin in bed
Got the blocks on lock, you gotta come see the boss
If you wanna get the work for the dirt cheap cost
Me and Master P represent the bottom of the South
And if nigga hate that, he'll lose the bottom of his mouth, geyeah

[Chorus]

[Master P]
BLACK SOPRANOS!!

 

[fox69]

"Snitches"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"Snitches"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[Snitch:] What's happening?
[Snoop:] What you mean what's up, nigga
[Snitch:] What, what's happening man?
[Snoop:] I need to holler at you nigga, come here
[Snitch:] For what, what's happening
[Snoop:] Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?
[Snitch:] Man I wasn't hanging with the police man
[Snoop:] Oh, you didn't think I seen you
[Snitch:] Man, you trippin' man
[Snoop:] I seen you jump out that car, nigga
[Snitch:] Nah man, fuck that dog
[Snoop:] You snitching now, nigga
[Snitch:] Man, hell nah I ain't snitching
[Snoop:] What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you nigga
Come here bro
[Snitch:] Oh man

[Snoop Dogg:]
How many real niggas is locked away
Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head
Giving them niggas code names
Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it
'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy
Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my shit
I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him
Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk
Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real niggaz locked up
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
Just like a bitch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and P we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches
Muthafuck you snitches

[Chorus:]
Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches

[Master P:]
I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
Nigga riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin'
Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking
My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the bitch he got a camera
But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed

[Master P:]
Snitches, snitches, snitches
Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz
But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga
Niggaz with dresses, snitches
This for y'all bitches
To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain
Watch y'all muthafuckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses
I know who y'all is niggaz

 

[fox69]

"So Many Souls Deceased"
(feat. Commission)

"So Many Souls Deceased"
(feat. Commission)



OK you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.

[Chorus (2x):]
I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why I ride with alot of killers with me

[Master P:]
The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game
Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga
Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope
Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee
L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g
Cause this game is so real
And niggaz hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed

??

[Chorus (4x)]

[The Commision #1:]
Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick
The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit
From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it
Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented
Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be Ph'n
Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation
The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up
Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't
Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump

[Chorus (4x)]

[The Commision #2:]
The shit about to slow we living
Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz
The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz
Living this triple beam dream
Godfather bless a nigga with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
The other level living like better shit
They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit
Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit
The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position

[The Commision #3:]
I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty
I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my Hilfigger
I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead
A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded
With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it

[Chorus (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Soldiers, Riders & G's"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker)

"Soldiers, Riders & G's"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker)



[Snoop]
Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts
The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause
Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
Lets keep this shit straight G
And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
Ya heard me

[Master P]
We ridas, we ridas, we ridas

[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga

[Sillk]
Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo
Then we bust and here we go
Then hit the mothafuckin flow
Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ??
And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal
And we be on these fake mothafuckin niggas like it was a corner back
See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back
We stayin strapped wit two two threes
Wit mothafuckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys
Blowin weed by da trees
Now all my south to west
Them niggas rowdy
And all them niggas that north to da east
Them niggas get bout it (uuungh)

[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga

[Mystikal]
We fuck we smoke we bank we blast
When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin
Makin hang yo ass
Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass
Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass
Snoop fuckin wit this bitch you can't get mad
Its a big bank thang so we actin bad
Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know
We represent them niggas out that five o fo
Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us
Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us
I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya
Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka

[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga

[Snoop]
One lone lee D P I C
Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat
I always keep a roach in my baseball cap
I page P fo a double up
An that nigga ain't even call me back
I strode to the spot where my sack is at
I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac
I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my
Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine
Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at
So I can set up shop an rock my new glock
I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya
I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah
D O double gizzy gots ta get busy
From the south to da west we ridahs
Hatas miss me

[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga

[Master P]
Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas
Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us
I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it
And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin
It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate
Mystikal
Pass me them thangs an lets get em\
Hit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside
An if anybody home, then everybody die
Nigga, we don't talk nigga
We do that gangsta walk
An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk

[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga

[Master P]
We ridas nigga
Master P, Sillk the Shocker, Mystikal and Snoop Dogg
Whole mothafuckin No Limit troops
We ridas
We ridas
We ridas
Nigga we don't talk we ridas

 

[fox69]

"Some Jack"

"Some Jack"


[Verse 1]
Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds I was rolling on
Car full of smoke as I tried to get my perk on
Straight doulja, sipping on gin and juice
Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose
On my way to Berkley with this hoochie
Non-stop to the motherfucking jacuzzi
Didn't have latex so I stopped at 7-Eleven
That's when I knew the P was marked for a 211
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front page
I'd rather leave them hoes bleeding from they ski masks
Then find a P caught up in a fucking bodybag
And most these hoes ain't nothing but sluts
Slip a nigga that ass and die for the guts
But I didn't panic when them hoes was riding deep
I remained calm just like a g
And as I break them hoes off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads open
Blood dripping from them bitches like a waterfall
The bitch screaming, but I'm gone fuck them all
Got some head from the bitch as I dropped her off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue

[Chorus x4]
You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack

[Verse 2]
3 o'clock on a Saturday damn it is a good day
Sunny than a motherfucker, bitches hanging out
Clock the nice grip, hit the cut than strip
Seen a bitch on the solo looking for this negro
Dipped to this side got the information
Went to call her up hooked it up
I think she fiening for the bone
I set it up for the nina and its 8:53
I hit the block up the top perking off the Hennessy
Got inside the joint, man this bitch major thick
Rushed her to the room bounced up on the bitch major quick
Busted me a quickie out of the door I'm ready to go
Steadily creeping from the back was a bitch with the mac
Put the chopper to my dome wanted my scratch and my ??
And I'm thinking to myself what the fuck's going on
Get jacked by a bitch fuck this
I pulled out my 80 and dumped six shots to her gut
Before the hoe got the bitch for ??
She riding in a station wagon black
For trying to jack

[Chorus x5]

 

[fox69]

"Something For The Street"

"Something For The Street"


Damn Silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, I'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool

[Verse 1]
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 Up
Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? til we open up shop partner but its all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this
Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor
Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sleep
And its a message from the motherfucking street

[Chorus]
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes

[Verse 2]
Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
OG blood in my veins, but they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit like The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Limit mob you better move fast
Being real cause the P don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man

[Chorus]