Master P

[fox69]

"We Like Them Girlz"
(feat. Curren$y, Silkk)

"We Like Them Girlz"
(feat. Curren$y, Silkk)



[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

Little mama wit alla that (Heyy)
Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh)
No Limits where the ballas at (over here)
We pop bottles like we quarterbacks
hey girl won't you do that dance
lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing
I like your style and the way you move
you make a thug wanna get wit you

[Silkk] When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly
[Master P] It's about to jump off
[Silkk] when I stop by

[Master P]
we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist sittin on 24 carats
Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed

[Silkk]
I slide through grab a couple of bottles
later on fly threw grab a couple of models
you a balla you outside or in
I pulled up theres more outside then in
niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front
some couple of dudes ran up the street
tried to park and run
get back to the spot
once I get back to the yact

[Master P]
I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha
I'm a actor so its juice and vodka
tell the waiter more champagne for shorty
we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

[Curren$y]
Call me on a sunday
you no a dawg could roll through
in a black 350z with no roof
excuse me I don't no what they told you
but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
curren$y the high spitter got hella flows
rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold
got the world in my hand won't let it go
I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough
young dude ice so chunky
game so smooth thats why they want me
ooh too cool way to flossy
if thats your boo you better get her off me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

 

[fox69]

"We Riders"
(feat. Mac)

"We Riders"
(feat. Mac)



[Master P]

The game of life did change
the old dope game is now called the rap game
in other words you can't trust nobody
money's the root of all evil
I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare

(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders) [2X]

Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed
young nigga fourteen doing death row
look in the eyes of some killers drug dealers
from the projects young niggas
pulling hits in the ghetto to make change
that cop nigga blasting on other game
young villians in the ghetto starving
henicy and green with a young nigga balling
pull the plug if they shot me
just die every nigga and bitch that tried to stop me
just a young nigga tryin make skrilla
learnin double it up with the killas and the drug dealers
(Ugggggggggh)

(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders) [2X]

Its hard times on the blocks in the projects
Call my girl up in time to flip a county check
I got cocaine weed and enphadamine
Pac said P keep your eyes on your enemies
I ain't trusting no nigga or no bitch
That's the recipe in the hood nigga to get rich
Thugs keep their gats right beside them
True niggas keep their gats cuz we riders
Hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head
Hit the horn motherfucker two niggas dead
R.I.P. tatoos weed and henicy
Blow dust to the motherfucking enemies

(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders) [2X]

In school with pencils pass and books
in the ghetto with in Tex in killers and crooks
I done seen bloodshed over blood money
I done niggas kill over drug money
got the game from some OG ballin
down here 3rd world cali or new orleans
I won't change till they bury me a paid nigga
I won't change cuz P is a made nigga
I got killers and dealers on my side
I got homies and jackals ready to ride
got the game in my vein cuz I'm bout this
how many niggas out there really doubt this

(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders) [2X]

[Mac]
Camaflauge and all that murder murder kill kill and shit
Bad nigga from the bricks blood on my kicks
Seen it all in the project halls and the street corners
Never choked even when those folks ran up on us
Solider rag sag on my eye no lie
Fuck with me for sure die no lie
How many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed
Laying niggas down (lay em down nigga) like apollo creed if need
Got my game from that nigga versal keep your enemies close
Shoot first and show the fakers no mercy
Never dance with them youngsters
In your life nigga you don't wanna live amongst us
We ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it
Fuck around get your whole click torn in it
Bullet proof vest cover my chest
So you best aim for my brain if you try to put me to rest (we riders)

(if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders) [2X]

 

[fox69]

"Weed & Money"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker)

"Weed & Money"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker)



-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
in this 97 space age hustle
(so what you sayin'?)

[Chorus]
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money

[repeat 8x]

[Master P - Verse 1]
I stack greens like cheese
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls
I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz
No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground

[P and Silkk]
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up
Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what

[Chorus 8x]

[Master P - Verse 2]
I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
TRU niggaz don't fall off this only the beginning

[P and Silkk]
Coming up for what, making hella bucks
Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us

[Master P]
Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic
After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas

[P and Silkk]
Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's
Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free

[Chorus 8x]

[Silkk]
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
I live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black Frank Nitty see,
Oz's to make g's
the mayor gave me and P keys to the city
Livin' an American dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
But it's aaight cause you still wonder
I don't want your old lady
But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money
See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
600 we gonna be smashin' man
But since I can't spend no bitches
So I need some cash and thangs

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Weed and Hennesey"
(feat. C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker)

"Weed and Hennesey"
(feat. C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker)



Yeah nigga
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker
Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (No Limit niggaz)
Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)

[Chorus: Master P]

Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
Weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga

[Master P]
Holla P! That mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats
How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot
How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change
How many, young niggaz still down in the game
I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends
I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when I walk the halls
I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I live the life of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers

I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about all that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)
I smoke weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
All this bullshit I'm goin through

[C-Murder]
I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs
Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure
You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggaz gon' test ya
We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks
Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit
And healthy niggaz shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once
So nigga let's get high, off these Hennesey and blunts

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools
I know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules
I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights
Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!
Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike
Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE
Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a fuckin idol
They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate
See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers
Couple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trust
Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS
Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZ
T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin LOVE
When I grab for snap automatics come off
like dancers drawers in strip clubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top
Til my homey, came up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials
I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Master P]
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)
Master P (Soldiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em hollow tips

Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Limit
Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)
TRU niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigga

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To My City"
(feat. Mac, O'Dell)

"Welcome To My City"
(feat. Mac, O'Dell)



Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south

[O'Dell]
Living is so hard in the city of
Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city [2X]

[Master P]
Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas
And the bitches like the peapop (peapop)
And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks
And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
And niggas still ride old school Caddies
And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner
And niggas wish they could move to California
It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
And bitches love to suck a line
A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
And you might get a rep if you're a killer
The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers
And hoes love you if you're famous
But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous

[Chorus 2X]

[Mac]
Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin'
God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die
I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94
He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward
Come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags
Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust
Now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers
Might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust
And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"What I'm Bout"

"What I'm Bout"


[Master P talking]
Look Pezee. What's happening?
This how we gonna do this one here baby.
Ya heard me! Ain't no stoping me and No Limit baby!

[Chorus]
Platium and gold it's lights out
Drop Bentleys thats what im bout
Been there and done the things in my life time
Hustle til the day that I die
Folks magizines is dont lie
Been there and done the things in my life time

[Master P]
If a house cost less then a mill I dont want it
If it say Bently you know im gon flount it
I keep keep it ghetto I dont change the game
I meen 85% thats a hell of a thing
Now if it dont make dollars then it dont make cents
I know yall lil niggaz cant do it again
I meen I rock big ice and I roll with big cars
I ship em platium and they brake me off
Now the girls gon jock me you cant knock me
I hold the street so my real thugs got me
The ghetto bill and they screaming my name
I worf fo hundred mill and Im still the same
I meen I still drink kool aid mix it with cris
I still run with the boys put 20's on 6
Bandana T-shirts call me ghetto instead
7 figgas hard hitters nothing less than that

[chorus 1x]

Seen cribs that jock the gold ceiling
Ever been in a house with big wheeling
The new 6 Im the first in line
75 million records that a hell of a rhyme
I dont talk about it whodi I makes it happen
Im be rich even when I stop rapping
Call me Jack Pimping but it aint no front
Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money
Genus book of records is where I be
Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets
Got super models in a beana ba dam
Brought a couple tour buses with studios in em
And if it's cold I got minks for months
Import cigars from Cuba just to smoke my blunts
Cause I dun balled in a Aveator filled my dreams
Fours top ten thats some hell of a green

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"What's Up With That"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

"What's Up With That"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)



[Master P]
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these motherfuckers

[Chorus]
Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that [x4]

[Master P]
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you motherfucker know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean

[Chorus]

[Master P]
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that fucks with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a fuck, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a fuck

[Chorus]

[Master P]
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
fuckin with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your ass chewed like bubble gum

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Ahhh
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream

[Chorus]

[Master P]
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios

 

[fox69]

"When They Gone"

"When They Gone"


[Verse 1]
It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died
Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers
And aunties, and grandmamas left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me
Said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone
Oh my god my brothers gone
And I don't even fucking think I can go on
Cause it hurts to lose someone you love
To this madness of children's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs
Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final death
Hands got cold, god rest his soul
He walked out his body to another fucking episode
The window open , they put him in the final front
And you know what happens in the end

[Chorus]
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
But who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride

[Verse 2]
Just another homicide, for that west county times
Fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep
I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23?
Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call
Used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball
Only 15, already got a beef
And work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
Livin off a high, rollin on this ride
Bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time
Aint that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name
Popped him in the chest, couldn't where his vest
The day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath.

[Chorus]
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.

[Verse 3]
Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
You know the way he died the same way he lived.
The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees
Same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve
Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
Scared for his life, his daddy took ghetto flight
Left the funeral and mama said boy you know it's gonna be alright
But now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne
Folks that's the game of life, aint no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife
Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock
Another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock.
But now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his last song
Six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home.
4 members, 3 cousin, 2 El dogs, a cop, and a hearse
Everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave
See it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved
His family cried, "but everybody got's to die."
But you won't feel what they feel into someone in your family dies.

[Chorus]
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.

[Master P talking]
Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease
This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there
My little brother Kevin Miller
Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis
Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Plan B., Gangsta Irvin,
Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.
Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker
All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin?
All my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill,
Niggas in Corkshelf, P7,
All my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed.
And all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orlensas,
Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate
Down here higher than a motherfucker
Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone
Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in
Texas, Washington, LA,
My niggas out there in Kansas City,
Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma,
And to all you other motherfucking niggas
That don't understand what this shit is about
We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff
Let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed
Ya know what I'm sayin?
I wish I could seen they before they died
Talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realize

 

[fox69]

"When They Gone (Radio Edit)"

"When They Gone (Radio Edit)"


It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
And I don't even even think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To lose someone you love to this madness
And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final test
Hands got cold, God rest his soul
He walked out his body to another another episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end

[Chorus:]
I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side-to-side
But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side-to-side
It might be you
The next victim to ride in that black ride

Just another homicide for the West County Times
Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep
But would a young young live to see 2-3
Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies
Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball
Only fifteen, already got fiends
And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans
Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride
Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name
Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath

[Chorus]

Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
You know the way he died, the same way he lived
Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve
Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright
But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock
Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song
Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home
4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse
Everybody had they lights on
And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved
His family cryin', but everybody gots to die
But you won't feel what they feel
'Till somebody in your family dies

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Where Do We Go From Here"
(feat. Mac, Nas, Sons of Funk)

"Where Do We Go From Here"
(feat. Mac, Nas, Sons of Funk)



[Master P talking:]

This goes out to all the soldiers out there
All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction
Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength
ya heard me? (Hoody Hoo)
Don't let nothing hold you back
Keep your eyes on your enemies
and just remember a wise man learn, but a fool never will
it aint no limit soldiers

[Verse 1: (Master P)]

Dear Brother, I should I say soldiers of all colors
where we went wrong I wrote this love song for ya
Let me begin to tell ya how I love ya
and if your heart is anything like mine soldier I die for ya
You never met me but you felt my presence
Your father, Your son, your brother that's my essence
I'm only human so I stress like you, and I'm just like you,
and someday I gotta leave this flesh like you
We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand
in convictions, seeking confessions, but confused by the devil's hand
and no of us was born killers and thieves,
but its the evil we instill in the seed
Am I soldier cause I run against the seed wodie?
Don't nothing truly exist but your dreams wodie
and any times I find myself worshiping the morning
But when you catch me off track just put me back on it
with ya love....

[Chorus: Sons of Funk, (Master P)]

All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)

[Verse 2: (Nas)]

Check it out
I bought this two tickets to see these No Limit movies
_Foolish_ _I Got The Hook Up!_ , me and my baby far from a hooker
It's good to see young men doing something right with their life
could be a the next Spielberg, I supported it I enjoyed it that night
We thug millionaries, everywhere, you look we ballin'
but there always gotta be somebody stupid to spoil it
I call it, everytime I see it, it gets me heated
this fake thugging, actin like they can't bleep shit
Another coward I gotta bury, I'm hot on you secondary,
we vow that you lesser than me
we last forever, mask together,
No Limit, Ill Will, Queensbrigde, killers cash forever
You feel this, have my whole projects on an airplane to kill shit
Made nigga before the money, killers taking all this from me
But I learned how to chill, now I'm rightfully living
Cause the clowns out here get you life in the prison.....Man

[Chorus:]

All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)

[Verse 3: (Mac)]

Now to you living mothers, havin' hell raising you brothers
cause the baby's daddy don't love ya
You still a queen ole' girl, don't let him get you down
Just do your thing if he real he gonna come around
but if he don't then you don't need him,
he man enough to make 'em but not man enough to feed 'em
and it kills him to see you suceeding
so keep your head in the clouds, bump this love song loud
and every bow, with your girls feeling proud
your heaven-sent,
and I don't understand how you settle for the scrubs it was never meant
You can do better by your lonely, there's nothing like being free
and it's never to late so baby go get your G.E.D
If you believe in you like I know you believe in me
then we can live in peace and no longer this misery
your world don't stop, and ain't no limit to trys
and just remember this dark is just some light in disguise
and my childern say Woah...

[Chours:]

All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)

All my soldiers is all I have
(Where do we go from here)
All the bad times we went through
everyday our dreams come true
(Where do we go from here)
You need me and I need you
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)
Change your ways why you have time
(Lord tell me where do we go from here)

[Master P talking]

Wassup soldiers yall keep ya'll's heads up
It's hard times, we spread love
from ghetto's everywhere
from the south, to the east. to the world
wassup Nas, wassup Mac
we got chase our dreams, I'm chasing mines
Picture me in tha NBA
Picture me still living
Picture us all making changes
That's where we go from here