Master P

[fox69]

"That Ain't Nothing"
(feat. Curren$y, Romeo, Silkk)

"That Ain't Nothing"
(feat. Curren$y, Romeo, Silkk)



[Intro: Silkk, Master P]
Yeah
You ain't gotta go to no car lot
Come and shop at the garage
Nephew (That-That-That-That)
I need to borrow a couple million from you (That-That ain't nothing)
You know how we do it

[Chorus: Master P]
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
That ain't nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it

[Verse 1: Silkk, Master P]
Clap your hands doors come up (that ain't nothing)
Clap twice the motor start up (that ain't nothing)
Guys givin' a concert when they run up (that ain't nothing)
You see it when the car and the truck's done up (that ain't nothing)
No Limit man we run the south (that ain't nothing)
Got my own clothes coming out (that ain't nothing)
Fly to France look just for lunch (that ain't nothing)
Condor if I say more than a month (that ain't nothing)
All my rides they be chromed up (that ain't nothing)
TVs yep phoned up (that ain't nothing)
Out the country when I wanna chill (that ain't nothing)
Ninety-six inches on the wheels (that-that-that-that ain't nothing)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Master P]
I got a house with some marble floors (that ain't nothing)
And my ceiling it be solid gold (that ain't nothing)
On my bed I got mink sheets (that ain't nothing)
And my mom live 'cross the street (that ain't nothing)
Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus (that ain't nothing)
Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off (that ain't nothing)
I got the new rims that keep spinnin' (that ain't nothing)
On the truck the Benz and the Bentley (that ain't nothing)
I got a Goochey helicopter (that ain't nothing)
And if I get sick I got a private doctor (that ain't nothing)
See me on Forbes I own the tank (that ain't nothing)
Came on out of money I own the bank (that ain't nothing)
I even ball in the NBA (that ain't nothing)
And might buy the (team's next mate?) (that ain't nothing)
P Miller on my shirt and pants (that ain't nothing)
And my speakers say the same thing (that ain't nothing)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Romeo, Master P]
Richie Rich be my nickname (that ain't nothing)
Ice cubes on my wristband (that ain't nothing)
Hit the mall the girls scream and holler (that ain't nothing)
Got a white dog named Dollar (that ain't nothing)
Platnium car with my name on it (that ain't nothing)
Got a car the paint change on it (that ain't nothing)
Got a butler got my own waiter (that ain't nothing)
Thirteen and got my own label (that ain't nothing)
Got a 2005 Lexus (that ain't nothing)
Even got my own house in Texas (that ain't nothing)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Curren$y, Master P]
Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz (that ain't nothing)
Then I bought four for my friends (that ain't nothing)
Hit the club on twenty inches (that ain't nothing)
I'm about to pay everybody admission (that-that-that-that ain't nothing)
Cops took my lil' partna to jail (that ain't nothing)
Hit him with a million dollar bail (that ain't nothing)
I'ma have him home in a day (that ain't nothing)
My money longer than the interstate (that ain't nothing)
I'm on stage got 'em goin' wild (that ain't nothing)
Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd (that ain't nothing)
I wrecked my Jag last Friday (that ain't nothing)
Got another one in my driveway (that ain't nothing)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Master P]
That-that-that-that ain't nothing
That ain't nothing
That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain't nothing
That ain't-that ain't nothing

[Repeat till fade]
That ain't nothing

 

[fox69]

"The Block"

"The Block"


[Intro]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police
To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work
To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary

[Chorus 2x]
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked

[Verse 1]
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour
We dont Gangbang, just crack deal
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 2]
This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz
We chasin riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the club, Show me love
And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz
Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water
Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, And how we got here
Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here

[Chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"The Farm"

"The Farm"


[Master P Talking]
You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
Ha Ha

[chorus 4x]
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm

[Master P]
We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
City of that china white, I got my game tight
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

[chorus]

[Master P]
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin

[chorus until end]

 

[fox69]

"The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped"
(feat. Sons of Funk, Silkk The Shocker)

"The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped"
(feat. Sons of Funk, Silkk The Shocker)



You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking little monkeys

This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
But I ain't ready yet

[Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) [2X]

[Master P]
Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas
Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
And ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot
And every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops
Nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me
But make sure six TRU niggas carry me
But if they miss know (nigga) you a goner
Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)

[Chorus (2X)]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock
Cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
All the niggas that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle
With this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better
Now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with
Too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from
That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come
On top of that I had a fucked up day
To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
Tonight when I pray feel my pain

[Chorus (3X)]

 

[fox69]

"The Ghettos Tryin' To Kill Me!"

"The Ghettos Tryin' To Kill Me!"


[Master P]
I don't know where I'm going to
but selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See I been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
And when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality I guess I damn lost it all
just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
rest in peace, yeah they killed him G
I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the P
and if they do I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood
you know the ghetto's tryin to kill me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The ghetto's trin to kill me
they might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me

[Master P]
I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
but i can't because the game gives me dividends
see in the game my hella partnas depend on me
So when I go out I'm going out like my dead homies
Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me Master P, killer call me Al Capone
Because when I die they probably won't remember me
But while I'm here those marks can't fade the P
You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the P you get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[Silkk]
I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope
I try to go straight, but I still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because Silkk riding on those thangs
having visions on how I'm going to die G
Will I die up in this game or will I die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a P, y'all should feel me
I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill me

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Yeah like my partna Too $hort said
"Get In Where You Fit In just remember Life Is Too $hort"

 

[fox69]

"The Life I Chose"

"The Life I Chose"


Master P empire
Oh yeah we started from nothing
I mean a nigga ain't always live like this
I got it straight off the post man
Had to do what I had to do
Now look at me
Every time a nigga hated on me
That just made me go hard
Made me get out there and get it
Nigga, I turn from nothing to something
Real street shit nigga
Ain't no looking back
We paper chasing
It ain't personal
It's business

[Hook:]
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more
It's just the life I chose
Making money, got to hustle hard
Yeah
Making money, yeah, I hustle hard
Yeah
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more

I got feens waiting on me (waiting on) for them sex
They tried to give me time
I told the judge I give it back
Ain't no love on these streets, but I'm hustling just to eat
Tell that bitch stop calling me cuz I ain't trying to skeet
Right now (Right now)
Ready for the paper boy (Right now)
Shit, I don't fuck with haters boy
Leave my life alone nigga
On my own nigga (On my own nigga)
Hustling all night, tell these bitches yall get gone nigga

[Hook:]
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more
It's just the life I chose
Making money, got to hustle hard
Yeah i do
Making money, Yeah i do, I hustle hard
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more

Versace shoes (Versace shoes)
Nigga whip and worth, whip and worth
I ain't fucking with the mans cuz my money jerk
Paper boy, no news paper (news paper)
Pay that 40 glock cop for them fucking haters, booyaa
Nigga driving nothing but them Rolls Royces
Nigga in the hood parking Rolls Royce
Love a nigga (Love a nigga) hate a nigga (hate a nigga)
I pushing work from uptown to across the river, booyaa

[Hook:]
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more
It's just the life I chose
Making money, I hustle hard
Yeah i do
Making money, Yeah i do, I hustle hard
It's just the life I chose
Every thing I get it off the post
Hope mamma ain't got to hurt no more

 

[fox69]

"The Real"

"The Real"



I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha fucka get wit me i try to teach a
motha fucka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
the fuck goin AWOL man i let these motha fuckaz in here, then they go to the
fuckin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any fuckin producers runnin
they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha fucka couldn't even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats
what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone fuck wit ya. Sell all the
stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a fuck. I don't have no image to
hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police
and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u
punta?

 

[fox69]

"Them Jeans"

"Them Jeans"


C'mon in VIP baby

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 1]
I'm country, she country, we country
Come closer, it's a free country
Damn you cute, girl you fine
Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine
Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real
Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean
Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that
Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 2]
We play football, no pads, she got the cushion
I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding
Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie
I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+
And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
And that Latino and Asian mommy
Make a grown man want to do karate
And beautiful, black chick with the passions on
Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog

[Break]
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it from the club, to the parking lot
Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!)
Head, shoulders, knees, toes

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 3]
I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo
And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too)
Halle Berry head, lisa-raye (WOO!)
Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it
Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson
Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction
She wear boots with her jeans like Free
And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police
She so sexy, damn so nasty
A thug girl, but still so classy
Sometime she get vicious
In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

 

[fox69]

"There They Go"
(feat. Drumma Boy)

"There They Go"
(feat. Drumma Boy)



[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Where them thugs at - there they go
Where them thug girls at - there they go
Where them ballers at - there they go
If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up

[Drumma Boy]
I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool
When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of
where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck
Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty lookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan
I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah

[Chorus]

[Master P]
You can find us on the block with that rock boy
I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook
Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel
When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
So where them ballers at, shot callers at
I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"These Streets Keep Me Rollin'"
(feat. Fiend)

"These Streets Keep Me Rollin'"
(feat. Fiend)



[Chorus: x4]
[Master P]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'

[Master P]
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see these ho's a love you
And these niggas a hate you
When you young and ballin'
I mean broke and fallin'
I said sleeping and crawlin'
That's when the Devil be callin'
They want to take all your change
T-shirts and khakis
These ho's a love me
Or send some niggas to jack me
The game done change
It's not the same
Da Last Don be my name
Cause I'm tru to da game
I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand
Out in the streets be lying in a can
I done change and they watch me
The fedz can't stop me
It'll take millions to box me
But the ghetto you got me

[Chorus: x4]

[Fiend]
What's the purpose of being the baddest
When some haters a kill for your status
For a taste of lavish
Or follow you home for the cabbage
But look here we savages
Survivors and Soldiers
Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
On his casket lies a magnolia
Flower for peace
Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice
I'm the beast
You know me FIEND the glock carrier
Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya
Guns with the sound barrier
Livin for no tomorrow
Show me the dirty cargo
And fuck your family morrows
Boy souls I'm quick to borrow
Gettin' sisters and brothers to
I got something to kill you and a thought of another you
Just another number to
The murder rate in my city
One week all kids born with no pitty
Shitty ain't it
How it's painted
Realness thru my eyes
Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies

[Chorus till end]