Master P

[fox69]

"Things Ain't What They Used To Be"
(feat. Mo B. Dick)

"Things Ain't What They Used To Be"
(feat. Mo B. Dick)



[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.

[Verse 1: Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't like that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they drive through
Cause they blastin', life is like plastic
But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket
Is it you, me, or her or she or he?
who would live to see the long age of 23?
Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn
On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam
But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead
Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red
Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter
your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered
With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit
Now you a victim of society another statistic
I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street
The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete
I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies
Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby

[Chorus: Master P & Mo. B Dick]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

[Verse 2: Master P]
Watch you back in the ghetto black
Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat
Back in the day, I thought we was a family
My little brother on the street corner selling crack
Only 15 used to be a quarterback
I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie
I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me
Started tweakin said that she needed crack
Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black
I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me
I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth
My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag
But they kill over that blue and red rag

[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

[Verse 3: Master P]
I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug
Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood
Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot
Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop
My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L
A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell
I try to be legit and start my own company
'Till these sucker want to bump into P
They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do
How could another person tell you what to do
I could tell you to rob or steal or kill
Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill
For being the first person on this little earth
Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth
And who would be the next victim to lose his life
And who would be the next one to make a life
But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid
So one day they can grow up and make it big
But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease
Cause y'all know we livin in the last days G

[Chorus:]
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
Times done changed things ain't what they used to be

 

[fox69]

"Thinkin' About U"
(feat. Mia X, Mo B. Dick)

"Thinkin' About U"
(feat. Mia X, Mo B. Dick)



[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no dope
They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so
Now we might do time in the penn
But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
So I guess once again that it's on
But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone

[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you

[Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
Give me four or five months and I'm out
It must be love momma put up the house
And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
Real thangs and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
Cause on these streets are heaven or hell
Now picture me balling
I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling

[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you

[Mia X]
Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier
TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya
In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product
Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up
Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking
But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking
Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door
But all the goin find is some ghetto dope
So come on, so would you just let a bitch live
Stack my ends and raise my kids
Ride my benz, flow my ice
Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life
Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch
It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this
Watch this young black family take this whole industry
And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it

[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
Thinkin about you

 

[fox69]

"Throw 'Em Up"
(feat. Kane & Abel)

"Throw 'Em Up"
(feat. Kane & Abel)



[Chorus: Master P (4X)]
Throw em up if you a soldier,
if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers

The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it

[Chorus]

I'm a represent my hood till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills

[Chorus]

[Kane & Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up's to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

[Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Thug Chick"
(feat. Halleluyah)

"Thug Chick"
(feat. Halleluyah)



[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it

[Chorus: Master P]
I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat 8X]

[Master P]
Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali [wolf whistle]
Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle
In the club she likes to get rowdy
And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it
I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian
Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican
Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me
Go to school, go to work, talk proper
Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper
Get your nails done, get your hair fixed
Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists
Be a thug chick, keep it real miss
Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch

[Chorus]

[Halleluyah]
Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin
Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars
I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit
Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy
Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip
And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick
And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame
I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang

[Chorus]

[Master P - fading out]
Do that dance [repeat 4X]
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
Do that dance [repeat 4X]
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!

 

[fox69]

"Thug Girl"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Silkk The Shocker)

"Thug Girl"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P]
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha

I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at

I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes
And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby
You just wanna ride and get inside
So yall can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches wanna ride with me

Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute
But they braids is ??, I don't know
I'd rather fuck with a thug girl
Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go
I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store
And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour
I said look here girl, are you so sure
And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more
Your the best thing I ever had
I wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad
I aint mad but I aint glad
Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had
She wanted to take the ring off my finger
So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer
I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle
Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers
I'm looking for a thug girl

[Master P]
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

[Silkk The Shocker]
They wish they knew why a girl like you
Would do all the things that you do
But they should understand that you our biggest fan
And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man
Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine
I wrote this rhyme just for your kind
Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place
Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face
Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back
Aint no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that

[Master P]
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A down south thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A west coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
An east coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A midwest thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at

 

[fox69]

"Till We Dead And Gone"
(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

"Till We Dead And Gone"
(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)



[Chorus - Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga

[Master P]
I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner
Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon slang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never fall nigga
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em

[Chorus - Master P]

[Layzie Bone]
Little Lay done traveled around the world
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sleep
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
Fuck the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down

[Chorus - Master P]

[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
Nigga better get on the floor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back
Fucked up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a fucked up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way

[Chorus - Master P]

[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets
Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
Fuck them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
Fuck niggas don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum

[Flesh-N-Bone]
Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will fucking fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans
My niggas at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P

[Chorus - Master P]

[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?

 

[fox69]

"Time 2 Chill"

"Time 2 Chill"



Yo man you know what I'm sayin fuckin mission accomplished
now you know what I'm sayin?
I count like about 15 million, ya know what I'm sayin?
Split 4 ways yaknowhatI'msayin?
Then a we got like about seven kilo's of cocaine yeah yaknowhatI'msayin?
But uh on the real though yaknowhatI'msayin?
I think im about to gettin me a bitch or somethin yaknowhatI'msayin?
and cool out for a minute yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah I think we able 2 do that for a minute
(I just ordered this white vette, man I just found out somethin man
all my bitches are the same as my hoes, I keep em)
Yeah yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'm startin to feel the same way fuckin way K yaknowhatI'msayin?
But I have been checkin out, I a hella money now yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'ma think about this one bitch
I think I'ma give her a call, see if she's home, yaknowhatI'msayin?
But I ain't really like trippin with these bitches
Cause some of these bitches be talkin hella shit yaknowhatI'msayin?
These niggaz didn't know we could do this, yaknowhatI'msayin?, yeah
But check this out though, we gon go up there,
Get large on these motherfuckers yaknowhatI'msayin?
These motherfuckin broke bust type ass niggaz yaknowhatI'msayin?
Suck my dick, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Cause I'd jack em up in a minute, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yea, but uh, check this out,
I think that bitch say ya know she was gon be at the
motherfuckin, uh, show tonight yaknowhatI'msayin?
I told her to meet me over there after the concert yaknowhatI'msayin?
We gon' cool out for a minute, yeah, we got to do that yaknowhatI'msayin?
It's just time to cool out perve for a minute yaknowhatI'msayin?
Don't let this shit die out yaknowhatI'msayin?
We done handled our business yaknowhatI'msayin?
If we would have made a serious jack move and get paid
Everybody see if we straight yaknowhatI'msayin?
I think I'm gonna go out here and get me one of these motherfucker
Bout three 40's motherfucker 1991 benz's yaknowhatI'msayin?
Drop top convertable yaknowhatI'msayin?
Me and my bitch yaknowhatI'msayin?
I can see it now yaknowhatI'msayin?
Me and my bitch cruising on the motherfuckin lake
and ?? yaknowhatI'msayin?
yeah, but check this out, that bitch better be there that's all I'm sayin
YaknowhatI'msayin?, I aint doin this for nothin yaknowhatI'msayin?
My bitch better be there, ya know, yeah
I'm outta here im bout to go and spend
some of this motherfucking money yaknowhatI'msayin?
Peace to all the bitches in the world yaknowhatI'msayin?
from Master P, he's straight mack from 1991

 

[fox69]

"Time For A 187"

"Time For A 187"


-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to roll
-Pass me them nigga chasers
-Time to do a 187
-Its time for a murder
-If you a G nigga, load your shit up

Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me
If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies
This your final call, I mean your final breath
And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass face down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin with my money
P don't take no shit
Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7
Tryin to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope game
Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you dead bitch
You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with
Its time to face death
Last smoke, last dash you last jump
I'ma let you live, psyche

[Chorus:]
It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights)
I think I see the enemy (time to do this)
A 187 (drive slow)
I think I see the enemy (dim the lights)
A 187 (time to do this)
I think I see the enemy (roll down the window)
This will be your last drink, nigga (roll down yo window)

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck
Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken
When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
I mean we G's
Who you be, what set you with
Nigga do you know me
If you don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach
Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money
But ready to roll with my homies
And after the party, once again its on G

[Chorus]

I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers
That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder
I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you fuck with mine's you gotta die
And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch
There you go, just took a fall trick
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, bitch this your last game
That beam at your forehead
I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
And when I catch you, you murdered
Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle
Got cho' head weaving and wobbling
Crying, you scared to die you slobbin
You beggin for you life
I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Time To Check My Crackhouse"

"Time To Check My Crackhouse"


[Chorus x4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse

[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4
I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy
Girl you ain't got my cash
You won't see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
Bitch I'm gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
I'm kickin' doors down
Tryna' get my money
Leavin' fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don't give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin'
That's why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good G
That's when I told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater
But I ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin' in the back
I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told B to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
They call me Nino Brown
Or fuckin' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city

[Chorus x4]

Am I My Brothers Keep [x6]

 

[fox69]

"Toast"
(feat. The Game Nipsey)

"Toast"
(feat. The Game Nipsey)



A lil' skinny nigga, call me underdog
Hanging with my partners, parking out expensive cars
It's funny how the rock could change a nigga life
Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress, fucking overnight
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
100 G's to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
My aunty cry every time when she see me strapped
But these lil' niggas will kill you, life is just one trap
Keep my pistol cock homie, I don't fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
'Cause every time they talk shit, nigga, I get paper
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
Bias calls this shit last year, man, this shit funny
Real niggas that turn bitch behind a lil' money
I thank God for my partners, my nigga Joey
'Cause when I was hurting he ain't talked shit, he said pitch and throw it

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit

It's the untouchable, grew up on a hostible
So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you
Tie you and your bitch up then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the track, the knife stuck in you
This next ball for Rihanna, I'm fucking you
Gangsta hit it doggie style with Chris Brown bumping through
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pie, sold dope
Drove Rraris, parked Masis, crooked on Appalachian slopes
Hey yo Peter, you ain't seen a nigga like this be
But these auto memoirs are the go rope, Hollywood ever then the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience for a logo
Ice tea and them bricks, I've been fucking with coco
11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a GI Joe
Birds spotting boatload, that bitch life and a show cold
It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Old Show
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
Master and them P's says 12, it's time to kill shit

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit