Master P

[fox69]

"Soulja Boo"
(feat. Erika Fox)

"Soulja Boo"
(feat. Erika Fox)



[Master P]
Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe
The soulja boy never let you go
You gotta man he ain't got to know
And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)

[Chorus: 2x]
[Master P in the background of chorus until chorus is done]
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
[Erika Fox]
The way - you - make - me - feel
Make me wanna run wit you
Such a boy can I roll wit you
I'm always lovin' you [2nd time thru]

[Master P]
[Verse 1]
Check it out
You and ya girls come follow me
I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P
I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z
I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold
Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve
I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve
We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die
And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high

[Chorus:2x]

[Master P]
[Verse 2]
How do you do my senorita
Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya"
Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya
I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya
Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya
Hit me on the cell or on the beepa
Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya
Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh!

[Chorus:2x]

[Erika Fox]
I'll be your soulja girl
Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy
I'll be your soulja girl

[Erika Fox]
[Verse 3]
I need a soulja boy ready to go to war
A fire boy with 20'z on his car
When I need some love he won't be far
I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)
Talk that talk, but keep it real
And never stop but plays the bills
And I love the way he makes me feel
Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real

[Chorus: 2x]

[Master P]
[Hook1: 3x]
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Ha!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What!

[Master P in background behind himself talking]
[Hook2: 4x]
Hut 1, Hut 1, Hut 2

[Master P]
[Hook3: 4x]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! [rhythm of the music]
No Limit Soldiers can't be stop

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

[Chorus:2x (without Master P in the background)]

 

[fox69]

"Souljas"

"Souljas"


[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?)

[Chorus: Master P - army drill style]
I don't know what you've been told
(I don't know what you've been told)
But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(Where are all my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!)

[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

[Chorus]

[Master P]
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!

Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah
(ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through!

 

[fox69]

"Spotlight"
(feat. Howie T)

"Spotlight"
(feat. Howie T)



[Intro - Master P]
These niggas don't know what being independent is all about
We go way back on 'em and shit
Man these niggas'll sell they fucking soul for the spotlight
Shit, they want that

[Hook - Master P & Howie T]
Spotlight
Do anything for spotlight
They trickin for the spotlight
Sell they soul for the spotlight
Niggas look at me and now they want my life
It's all about the spotlight
Girls will turn for the spotlight
Niggas doin it for the spotlight
Shit, it's bout that spotlight

[Verse 1 - Master P]
Niggas takin rides to Hollywood, turning into fags
Niggas sell they baby mama for a motherfucking Jag
Listenin to families just throw it in the bag
And these mothafuckas mad they ain't never had the shit that I had, for the spotlight
Nigga comin from the projects
Rappers livin off advances, never had a royalty check
And how a nigga gon' make it faking, dog?
At the least, marrying hoes that used to take it off
A nigga like me take my loss and shake it off
I'd rather go back to nothing than let you bitches ball
Fuck the TV, the movie deals, the spotlight
Before I let a bitch like Kris Jenner run my life

[Hook - Howie T]
Spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell they soul for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See it's all about the spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell they soul for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See, it's all about the

[Verse 2 - Master P]
Niggas seen the TLC movie and still doing bad deals
Three-Sixty nigga, yeah that's a fuckin bad deal
Wearing fake chains, living in other niggas houses
And always talking millions, nigga never even seen thousands
In the studio waiting on your A&R
And while that nigga rolled up in a better car...
Than you got, nigga why you fakin homie?
And that bad ho you lusting for is taken, homie
I'd rather get independent money than be a puppet
Yeah nigga, you a star but you still a guppy
Sold ya soul to the devil and you keep frontin
Most D-Boys got more than you, you ain't got nothin

[Outro - Master P (Hook repeats)]
I ain't fucking wit'chu pussies out here playin posse
All that old shit about "I gotta go check with my manager"
"I gotta go check with the president of my company"
Nigga, if you ain't no real nigga, don't fuck wit me
I ain't tryina do no verses wit'chu
I ain't tryina do no videos wit'chu
I ain't tryina fuck wit no fake nigga
All my real niggas, y'all hold y'all head up man, y'all time comin
I done did this shit twice nigga
I get better with time
Yo neph', keep doin what'cha doin my nigga
And 1500 got me sounding so dangerous...
I'm in the spotlight nigga... on my own
80/20, No Limit Forever; You do the math

 

[fox69]

"Step to Dis"

"Step to Dis"


[D.I.G.]
Whassup man?
I think you need to back up off me brah
Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good
And I have a attitude problem
You might push that button to strike that nerve
So you need to just go 'head on and back up

[Master P]
WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??!

Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? [repeat 4X]

[Master P]
I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome
Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone
See I'm the thug of the century
Cause I done laid it down
from the streets to overseas to penitentiary
We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers
I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya
See the eyes of the tiger in my blood
Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub?
We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat
I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah)
See nuttin don't last forever
but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever

Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? [repeat 4X]

[Master P]
Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at?
All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back
See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill
Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill
I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller
Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter
Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop
When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock
From the South to the East, give it up
And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up
(UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me
Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me??

Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? [repeat 4X]

[D.I.G.]
Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup
You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug
I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood
Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud
No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up
Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up
So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love
Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs
and pistols bein cocked at all times
and when you run up you gon' fall down
Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down
You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier
So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over

Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? [repeat 8X]

 

[fox69]

"Still Ballin'"
(feat. Krazy, Slay Sean)

"Still Ballin'"
(feat. Krazy, Slay Sean)



[Chorus 2x - Krazy]
We some No Limit Soldiers
(We still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see No Limit is an army

[Master P]
Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause No Limit is a part of history

[Chorus 2x]

[Krazy]
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready

[Slay Sean]
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart

[Chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Stop Hatin"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mo B Dick, O'Dell)

"Stop Hatin"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mo B Dick, O'Dell)



[Chorus:]
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day
hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay
stop all the hatin I can't take it no more
Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for

[Verse 1: Master P]
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his own enemies
his baby mama with him in a short skirt
his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse
his friend took his life for the mighty dollar
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner
cause haters be all up on me
tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese
and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
set you up for a caper
dont wanna see you make no money then take ya
gotta figure out how to get what you got
cause haters be the same niggas on the spot

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Master P]
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you have
and the things they'll never have
Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get
You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix
I heard you spreading rumors
Im really not impressed
I tell you only one time
with my scrilla fool dont mess

[Verse 3: Fiend]
I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors
see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards
non-packers
I'm strapped like P or C
they ask for me
capture me
but im going out with a blast
I put that on some cash
I'm standing last
for some ass
yall young crazed punks are trippin
dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ??
I'm admitting
that I'm not only on the thwat
but I know i got stopped
on tha ??
and its understood that I'm not
one of the best niggas that ever lived
but I got some advice to give
and that is

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Silkk]
I wonder why they hatin for? Probably cause we got G's,
mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys
But really I cant fade them
Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa
I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies
I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time
I know most of my niggas can feel me
when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me
But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends
like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz
Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something
dont worry about how i got mines
always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine.
and kill me
it kills me
its digusting cause I got a few G's
they try to rob me
but they know they wont touch me
smile in your face and talk shit behind your back
but I just cant call it or catch
but i still got G's and Im still ballin

[Chorus till fade]

[Master P]
wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer
Wassup Underwood California we cant lose
wassup to all my boys in Richmond
all my boys in the Caliope
all my boys locked down in jail
this Master P No Limit Records
(Wassup Big Boz)
DaLastDon
(Wassup Mean Green)
We Cant Be Stopped
I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas
even though you still hate you cant stop playas
(Beats by the Pound)
Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas
(Wassup to my little brother Silkk)
Texas (C Murder)
Atlanta (Wassup Fiend)
Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon)
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
all them playas out there
California (Mr. Serv On)
East Coast (Sonya C)
Mid West, Down South
and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand
(Wassup Foxy Brown)
Yeah we did that Party don't stop
ah ha
Playas lookin up baby

 

[fox69]

"Stop Playing Wit Me"

"Stop Playing Wit Me"


HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all..
WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP
ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 6X]

[Master P over repeated line from 3X on]
Tear da club up nigga! [2X]
Whassup NOW?? HUH!
Tear da club up nigga! [2X]

Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool
And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool
Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell
See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on
And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome
Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me
Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy
And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets
Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet
I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
with my lady, she bought to have a baby
That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy
Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
They killed the old man but the bitches missed us

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]

Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased
(Man did you kill em P?)
Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police?
I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali
No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong
I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets
And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]

Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats
like it's crack, or cocaine
But thugs die screamin East and West
That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols
and wear bulletproof vests
And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit
Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]

Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(Tear the club up nigga! [2X]
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(Tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(Tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Y'all better stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..)
(Don't make us enemy nigga)

 

[fox69]

"Take A Ride"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"Take A Ride"
(feat. Alley Boy)



[Hook:]
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win.
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
I grew up on the other side, give it in,
You niggas trying to put a cut, it's not your business.
I heard you say going down or going in.
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win.

[Verse 1:]
Dressed in all black, body on the grass,
Nigga sees momma cry, damage all bad
Sure can throw stones if your house is all glass,
Me and my young niggas rhyming, we're gonna blast.
Choppers out the window, boy, move fast,
I don't give a fuck, boy, you won't last.
Had to see my nigga ass in the grass
So I don't give a fuck, boy, that's your ass.
One hater said we murder, hero
One eighty seven, but you hoe
I don't give a fuck, boy, and you know
Cause out there in the streets, boy, anything go.

[Hook:]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
I grew up on the other side, give it in,
You niggas trying to put a cut, it's not your business.
I heard you say going down or going in.
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win.

[Verse 2:]
Ain't no love for the pussy, niggas,
Homicide deal, you know we're coming to get you.
They gonna do what I say, when I point they gonna spray
I got shoot to fifteen, is said it gonna aim at your face.
Home invading the double, home ain't high as police
I'm screaming walk by, I pay ellible as a chief.
Don't take a master peal, go leave a master piece.
It's a homicide, my run is killing on front street.
And talk on the oudie, MP on that track
Had to deal on a scale, get adapted on re-sale.
Me and eastwood, two three toppers we're still good.
Cut on me and throwing homicide, be to it.

[Hook:]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
I grew up on the other side, give it in,
You niggas trying to put a cut, it's not your business.
I heard you say going down or going in.
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win.

[Verse 3:]
It's a homicide, let the rumors run,
I aim for his eyes to the stars till his momma cry
Ain't nobody out shy, I got them traumatized,
Maybe for ask rule, cause I'm sick size.
I do this every time, kill him on every line,
Homie on my land line, you fucking with fair time.
And I don't know them niggas, I wasn't fucking with them,
I heard you were busting with them, I don't even trust a nigga.
Let's roll another nigga, I guess it is,
Fuck them niggas bitches, plus I fuck them bitches friends.
All black beans in my pocket like ten,
My rocket thirty shot, so you know my glock wins.

[Hook:]
Said you wanna take a ride, get in
I grew up on the other side, give it in,
You niggas trying to put a cut, it's not your business.
I heard you say going down or going in.
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win
We've been through so many murders and lost friends
We've been to cut just to win.

 

[fox69]

"Take It Outside"

"Take It Outside"


Gameface (what, what, what, what, what)
UUUNNNGGGHHH! WE BACK!

[Chorus]
Boy! (fuck boy) They scared to bust boy! (bust boy)
We on the grind boy! (grind boy) With that high boy! (high boy)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
Shout capish! (hold on) Take it outside (Fuck them haters)
Take it outside (fuck them haters) take it outside

[Verse 1]
Lovers, stealers, thugs, killas
Gameface on, animals, forilla
Riders, dope dealers, hustlas, bangers
Wild coyotes, them No Limit swangers

[Chorus]
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what)
Take it outside (what) we ready to ride (what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) we ready to ride (what, what)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!

[Verse 2]
Duck down when you see me, I'm ready to ride
C-P-3, Caliope wodie ready to die
Come in, stuntin figga then I'm takin your life
And if you owe me somethin wodie then I want it tonight
Cause I'm a, real soldier, thought I told ya
Lay ya down for the White Coca-Cola

[Chorus]
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy!
We on the grind boy! With that high boy!
We don't give a fuck boy

[Verse 3]
White T-shirts, P. Miller jeans
Soldier bandanas you know them thugs on the scene

[Chorus]
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Take it outside, take it outside
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie!
Tear da club up!
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what)
Take it outside (what, what) take it outside
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!
Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie!

 

[fox69]

"Tell 'Em"

"Tell 'Em"


Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose
(All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready [x2])

[Chorus]
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp

[Master P]
My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick
Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick
I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer
Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater
I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp
Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp
Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck
We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP!
I'm the only pro baller, without a contract
But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq
And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up
And if they go quack quack put em in the truck
It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa
I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor

[Chorus]

[Master P]
I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks
I put em in the ville and we both get rich
See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it
Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it
Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies
cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos
A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters
I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed
I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game

[Chorus]

[Master P]
All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready
Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ
The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday
Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin
Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin
These pimps drink out of gold cups like ??
Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap
I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there