Master P

[fox69]

"Trick or Treat Whodi"
(feat. Slay Sean)

"Trick or Treat Whodi"
(feat. Slay Sean)



[woman SCREAMING]

[Master P]
Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH!
WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi?
I'm right 'cross the street whodi
And I think I seen the beast whodi!

[Master P]
It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once
I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt
My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat [ROWR!]
Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back
Ran up the block it was like a movie
I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi
I knocked on the doors [DING-DONG] and it broke the mirror [CRASH]
I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??)
It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up
Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck
[engine revs] Headed to the club, the party's off the hook
Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook
He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you
Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*}
Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines
Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime
I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve
And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans?
Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad
Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag

[Chorus]

[Slay Sean]
Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime
Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine
It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time
Thugs move, no rules bottom line
You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*}
Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine
Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg
October 31st niggaz need to be caged
No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force
Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts
It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price
Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice
When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life
You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight
Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night
Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Trick or TREAT, kiddies!
Bout to deliver the mail once again
"Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH!

I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY
Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha)
Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat!

Junebug, you better take that mask off
and get your little bitch-ass inside!

 

[fox69]

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. E-A-Ski)

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. E-A-Ski)



[EA-Ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
trying to show me much love
cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
now they wanna kiss ass
but hold up bitch all your getting is a luck pass
trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the SKI & CMT you said fuck it
only came around when things was kinda cool
but did you really think I'd go out like a fucking fool
oh hell no, I kept my shit tight
now the Ski & CMT is sitting on something right
your like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood
thats why I slide on your ass cause it makes me feel good
all this shit you talk when im not around
get your crown on nigga but you still aint down
I got something for ya'll
a nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
cause if I trust ya for a minute
you would have had a motherfucking knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will fuck you the worst
punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
you ain't down cause I trust nobody

[Chorus - Master P]
I trust nobody [x2]

[Master P]
one by one in this century
brothers are dying getting killed
and sent to penitentary's
and your right hand man could have been a snitch
you think like a hoe you go out just like a bitch
so face 'em to the facts bro'
and end up dead like this other nigga I used to know
I guess its kinda sad G
but it really didn't face me til the funeral car passed me
and what about them tagalongs
them mother mother fuckers that are driving with the lights on
could have been the killers
but nobody really cares he died on dope dealers
but that dont mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
and I dont trust a soul from them nigga by my house
to them niggaz down by the store
when niggaz say they like me
thats the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
mama say boy you have no friends, ha
I should have listened then
dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks
pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast
when niggaz said freeze P
I thought to myself, huh, this nigga knows me
but I didn't find it funny
pulled out my motherfucking 9 when they asked me for my fucking money
but he didn't even shoot
he must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
Im steady pullin' I blast for the driver to the passenger
four niggaz dead in the car I laugh at ya
now I gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess Its kinda sad, a tear rolled down my eye cause I knew his ass
his name was little Peewe
thats the same motherfucking nigga I was trying to help G
good thing I thinked fast, cause if I think a nigga gonna do me
Im gonna do his ass, cause a bitch will get you killed
niggaz like to steal, and aint no thing is a good dope deal
so I live just like John Montgotti, ha
I Trust Nobody

[Chorus]

[Master P]
yeah you know what im saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
in the game you know what im saying
you gotta keep your eyes open you know, a lot of niggaz try to get
niggaz, and the same nigga that you rolling with could be the nigga
trying to get you, so a nigga like me you know what im saying
I trust nobody I hope you nigga catch on to what im saying

Peace. Im outtie.

 

[fox69]

"Tryin 2 Do Something"
(feat. Fiend, Mac, Mo B Dick)

"Tryin 2 Do Something"
(feat. Fiend, Mac, Mo B Dick)



Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
And uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that

[CHORUS:]
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
The eye contact that you and I share
Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear
If I could I would
And I ain't even frontin
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something

Maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P
Got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me
I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
Screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it
Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger
Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya
Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex
I want you to open your legs as wide as you could
So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood
Up and down like a roller coaster
From your stomach to your back
Let a gangsta poke ya
I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps
9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps
Crispy clean, no strings attached
Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that

[CHORUS]

I heard you want a romance
Wont you lay up there and give me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing
And the reason I came up off cause you workig with something
Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve
On top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home
And prove that I flip other things besides ounz
Tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome
He leaving with things, he get it on, get it on
You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me
Please use engenuity when you doing me
Damn you ?? blues with you matching hot shoes
Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised
There's no one gonna get used
??
Straight to the point shorty
Look I'm trying to do something

[CHORUS]

Back stage at the concerts peepin
You wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin
Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone
Hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone
Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song
Camouflauge love all night making me moan
Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion
Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the vibe is right
Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight
But tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight
Take my address down so you can write
But for now lets do something
Fuck the frontin and the talking
My dogs just about barkin
Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on
And go to the war with me
Pager number's on the desk
Hit me when you trying to do something

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Twerk That Thang"

"Twerk That Thang"


[Master P]
Shake it from the south from the north to the east
Twerk it to the west from the club to the street

[Chorus]
Shake that thang, twerk that thang wobble that thang,
let it bounce, let it swing
Shake what your mama gave ya, you look good dats why they hate ya

[Verse 1]
Your probally mixed with coyotes the way that ass be shaking
Put tht hump in your back and you and your girl trade places
Then drop it like it's hot,shake it till they pop
in the back of the club from the bottom to the top
I've been fiending a little but see I'm ready for that
Bend over touchyour toes let that minkie out that dress
No panties, no thong I might take you home
We could do right,or we could do wrong
Where the thug girls at,you might get down
We gotta couple, a lotta we might throw 'em up around
Cuz them girls be actin bad,on the dance floor shakin ass
In the club whodie getting in cash
ballin them gouches in No Limit bags

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2: Master P]
Bodies on chrome,tattoos on my arm
My boonopolisat the tele, my babooski at home
I'm bout to act a donkie
I like choclate like brown, but a trompak
Wit curves like a coke bottle
I mean thick like a stallion, but pretty like a super model
Make the waiter drop the drinks
Make a cripple old man take ruffle to the bank
She'll shake it in the morning, shake it in the evening
I don't play Georgia if she can play wheezing
Ride it like a bike, twerk it all night
Grab the wall from the left to the right

[Chorus 2x]

[Master P talking]
I dont care what they say
You been up in the club getting ur paper forever
You look good babooski and the way that thing shaking,
you look like a country stallion, YA HEARD ME
Two balls in your back pocket,
you could bounce that thing all the way to the top
HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE THEM NO LIMT BOYZ WE BACK UP IN IT

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Two Three"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Two Three"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Hook]
I ball like I'm two-three
Bitch I hustle like I'm two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me?
I ball like I'm two-three
Nigga hustle like two-three
I'm on the block like two-three
Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me?

[Verse 1: Master P]
Michael Jordan of the street shit
So hard, showed you niggas how to eat, bitch
Twenty-three on my muthafuckin' pinky finger
Twenty-three million on the mansion, what you thinkin'?
Pussy nigga, you gon' stop me?
Fake nigga ain't make me
Twenty-three years old when I got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, [?] on my fuckin' chain
Twenty-three on muthafuckin' Forbes, nigga
Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Drop from the line, my tongue hang out of my mouth
People rush in the trap, my niggas runnin' 'em out
My lil whoa wanna ball, he keep ski-masking off cars
Holidays around the corner, sold a fake key to his dawg
[?] for the shoot, niggas die on your [?]
See me in that Mpisane, bitch I knock out your noodle
Bought my whoa a Camaro, all my bitches Sahara
I got that make you disappear money, abracadabra
Niggas up in the rafters, it's the Heat verse the Raptors
We sit with the owners, yeah there go those rappers
I don't need no tickets, trap jump like it's Blake Griffin
I'm worth fifty tickets, pussy don't make no difference

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"War Wounds"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, Fiend, Silkk The Shocker)

"War Wounds"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, Fiend, Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P]
Every soldier got a story to tell

[Fiend]
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns

[Chorus-Master P x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell

[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos

[Chorus-Master P x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]
I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that

[Chorus-Master P x2]

[Mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack

[Chorus-Master P x3]

[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell..

 

[fox69]

"Watch Dees Hoes"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Mr. Serv-On, Silkk, Tre-8)

"Watch Dees Hoes"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Mr. Serv-On, Silkk, Tre-8)



[Master P]
Check this out playa.
These niggas be quick to check another playa ya know what I'm sayin?
But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin with?
That bitch that they be buying all that jewelry for
and gettin they hair fixed.
That's goin be that bitch that's gonna get em killed
if they don't watch what they doin.
Ya know what I'm sayin?
See what I'm sayin though.
You gotta watch these old cornroll head bitches man.

[Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
Fools PH'in, rollin on Dayton's, but you better watch dees hoes [x2]

[Master P]
(Some of these hoes jack)
Wendy look cool but this is a bad move
Jump in your Benz and pick up another dude
Ain't that some shit G
That bitch say she loves you now she loves me
And the game get wicked
She only fuckin with a nigga cause you slangin chicken
And if you was broke then you would know
That bitch only hangin with a nigga cause he slang dough
And wipe off that develish grin
Cause when you dead and gone she'll be fuckin your best friend
Now that's kinda hectic
Make me wanna pop a bitch neck and move back to Texas

[Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus x2]

[Silkk]
Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too
They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who
Now um what, a nigga like me TRU
so I don't play that game that you hoes play
But I won't stay where you stay
Now this be the time where the 9 be like buckin
I gots no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin
Fuck what, these hoes be like scandelous, I don't understand it
Niggas be riding by my SEL, some of these hoes be like man it
When Silkk be at the crib countin my stack up
Bangin my sack up, you hoes better back up before I leave you jacked up

[Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Serv-On]
Do you see what I see
Along with Silkk and P
Do you know what I know
Definately not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots
Once I hit that G spot, you know I'm long like some stretch pots
I ain't trippin if some hoes look like Robin Givens
I'm shootin a three to the grill like Scottie Pippen
Hell yeah I'm trippin
My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip
Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend
We can fuck till the end and when the morning comes
If you flakin bitch I'm a leave your whole fuckin body shaking

[Master P]
Damn, yall niggas better be watchin these old bitches
that be tryin to get a nigga for cabbage and cornbread.

[Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus x2]

[Tre-8]
Now since I'm gettin paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me
Claimin that they pregnant and them hoes just met me
I hate to bust your bubble and I hope your not emberrassed
But I only fucked you once so why you talkin bout marriage
I only hit and run bitch I'm too young to chill
And I never say I love ya cause I know it ain't for real
So chill with that dumb shit cause I'm the one that run shit
And I ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with
Dumb bitch
I guess you figure I'm a pimp right
So don't playa hate me, bitches get your shit tight

[Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Watch Your Ass"
(feat. Rich Kid)

"Watch Your Ass"
(feat. Rich Kid)



[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
And let's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man
Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit a lil')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)

[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the clean purple back and the real gold plates
And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed
Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness
If you think a folk then handle ya business
But just remember that you can be handled
With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled
To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kill
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of lead
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead
Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest

[Master P talking]
Yeah Rich man that's cool but pass the dank man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swwwww [Coughs] Whoa, pass it (Oh shit)
Hold a kid, cut the music off

[Music stops]
[Different beat starts]

[Master P]
Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends
They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to slang and game to get hoes
50 would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys
I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway
She never had nothin' and probably never will
Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kill
But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya ass

[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass
All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass

[Master P]
There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they will never realize
My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's kill or be killed
Pull out the chopper motherfucker watch the blood spill
Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother sellin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is always trippin'
In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid
Them motherfuckers low down, damn how could ya do it nig
So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile
But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred miles

[Hook x2]

Watch your ass [x5]

[Master P talking with hook in background]

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"We All We Got"

"We All We Got"


[Chorus (2x):]
[Master P]
These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh)
My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh)
We got beef then we keep 'em cocked
The new No Limit, we all we got

[Master P]
Now if you in, then you in
From the streets to the pen
That shit that happened last year won't happen a-fuckin-gain
The only way out is to die my nigga
Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga
See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year
I'm the nigga that said we run this here
And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory
I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories
This from the heart nigga, I speak the truth
You don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
And if you never sold dope, you don't know how I feel
And you ain't gotta get shot to be motherfuckin' real

[Chorus (2x)]

How the fuck you monkeys gonna go up against Godzilla?

 

[fox69]

"We All We Got"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"We All We Got"
(feat. Alley Boy)



[Hook:]
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.

[Verse 1:]
Remember riding bikes in the project
Full to the liquor store, got a fear to try that
Nigga wouldn't even bother yay be
You my nigga, we did some fucking crazy shit.
Never question your honesty and your loyalty,
Me and my niggas together we're like royalty
I live my life with my niggas,
Might get some niggas life from my niggas.
With my niggas ain't no fucking "I" and "we"
I gotta have money then we all gonna eat.
Bad bitches while we're running these streets
And we gonna fuck everyone that we meet.
And we gonna ride for the real niggas if one dies
Some money to the pim if my nigga get fire
In the club smoking weed when my niggas getting high
And is no limit till that motherfucker die
Real nigga shit.

[Hook:]
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.

[Verse 2:]
Money, power and bitches,
Homies holding the stitches
All this fast living no limit, the type that we're with it.
Three is turning to four, bitches turn into hoes,
Shits tell always wrong and say who living alone
Heard all you niggas stay all in my back
Jealousy in the house cause I made it from selling crack.
All I got is my brother and reflecting the trouble
Met the days in the Ricky, master you ride with me
I keep you loyal on everything, that's what God gave me
He was already reeking, that's to be a lesson
I ain't missing my blessing, too many years stressing
I paid the things to the streets and learned every lesson.

[Hook:]
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.

[Verse 3:]
I'm off to tell with my niggas, to taking pictures with strippers
They even call out my respect a sharp check out for dinner
So I know I'm a winner, that's why he chose me
So I picked up the mic and I put down the key
Ain't no stretching the truth, ain't no making believe
I just picked up a pen and I hope that you see
Got a door to let it, son, and I get them what they need
I made it a reality and started with a dream
But I came up, the close changed up,
The hoes know us so the lame flame up
And now it's no limit and we're all we got,
Had to stray for the top, whether like it or not.

[Hook:]
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas that we won't stop,
No limit, we all we got, we all we got.
Told my niggas from the pin to the block
My niggas, we all we got, we all we got.