Master P

[fox69]

"White"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Krazy)

"White"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Krazy)



[Talking]
Yo Gotti, me and Krazy on the freeway right now
But my girl gon' bring it to you, it's coming from Louisville
Holla at me when you get there

[Chorus - 2x]
A wrist full a ring full, a chest full of ice
And a bitch in a rental, with a trunk full of white

[Master P]
A thousand grams, I done flipped into a mill
And my nigga looking crazy, cause he gone off them pills
And my belt buckle say, Versacci
Two bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don't stop me
On the freeway, in that new Bentley truck
Follow me, two bad bitches in that fucking rental truck
Told em hit me up when they touch down, break it up bust it down
Throw it in the air, Drew Brees it's a touchdown
I don't give a fuck, money by the gallons
Yeah I'm a rich nigga, I only fuck with stallions
Ice Cream Man, with the snow white ghost
No Limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go

[Chorus - 4x]

[Yo Gotti]
Dope boy shit, real nigga anthem
Mr.-Mr. I Am, street niggaz stand up
Know what that means, he ain't finished it
Hey bay-bay, hand clap I'm going in
I don't give a fuck what niggaz say, I get my grind
I don't need security in the club, I got my nine on
White denim white sixes, get my shine on
Bitches play them games, but bitch you know my mind strong
Wrist full of ring full of, VVS-1's
In the club D-G's, spending racks and one's
A wrist full a ring full of, chest full of ice ha g'eah
Wri-wrist full a ring full a, chest full of ice

[Chorus]

[Krazy]
Last year I couldn't make it rain, doing bad money tight
Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
Cold game I did time, project my bloodline
Thinking bout my dog C, hoping he get free time
Me and P we ball out, drink till we fall out
You a bad chick with a foul mouth, I buy that mall out
Downtown I carry that, breeder life I married that
Use to be a real niggaz, now you just a real rat
On that highway with that real white, some of ya'll just studio
Ask Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy, real hustlers know how it go
Selling raw dope in a raw game, killers come they bust brains
Got fifty bricks ain't no dummy, Johnny Depp blow money

[Chorus - 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Who Down to Ride"
(feat. D.I.G.)

"Who Down to Ride"
(feat. D.I.G.)



[Master P]
Told y'all I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til I get tired of it
Then I'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga?
Let's go ride

[D.I.G.]
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

[Master P]
I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock
I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops
I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready
You _Nightmare on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted
And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies
Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads
Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch
But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick
Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I sang with
We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit

[D.I.G.]
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up
So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck
I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born
Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone
Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street
I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet
I be the terror in the dark just like a thief
Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh
T-E-C, N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem
I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em
Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein
I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin
You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass
and blast, gimme the mic, I'ma show you what I mean froggy fat
But clean as a mouth full of Listerine
Unseen supreme the king, indisputable
Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable
My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you

Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me

 

[fox69]

"Who Them Boyz"
(feat. C-Murder, Lil Jon, Liberty)

"Who Them Boyz"
(feat. C-Murder, Lil Jon, Liberty)



[Intro]

[Master P] Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga)
[Lil Jon] Yyyeeeaahhh!
[Lil Jon] Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P)
[Master P] Uuuughhhh!
[Lil Jon] New No Limit BME Click (What! [7X])
Me and my motherfucking boys in the club tonight
We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight
[Master P] Represent, get 'em up, throw 'em up, get 'em up
[Lil Jon] Especially with them motherfucking boys over there
You know them motherfucking boys?
[Master P] Nah!

[Master P: Chorus]
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
You know them boys? (Fuck them boys)
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
I know them boys (Fuck them boys)
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
You know them boys? (Fuck them boys)
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
I know them boys (Fuck them boys)

[Master P]
I'm from uptown New Orleans
Straight out the hood
I jumped off the spinners saying "I wish you would"
Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit (What!)
I don't know this motherfucker I probably done fucked his bitch
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickle
I ain't feeling this shit, I put my hand on my pickle
The nigga started steaming but I'm cool as a fan
He wanna throw 'em up but I got a gat in my pants
I'm throwed off nigga, missing a few screws
And I don't give a fuck about putting your ass on the news
And if you ain't from my hood, you know you could get it
We roll hella deep niggaz screamin NO LIMIT!
I'm a thug nigga, I lean when I walk
My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Uuuughhhh!)
I'm a soldier and I'm ready to ride
We got beef we, we could take it outside

[Chorus]

We ridin dirty smokin, windows tinted
Run up on the 'lac this ain't a movie but this the ending
I got a nigga rolling with me name Uzi
We stop on the block and this boy ain't choosy
The first one we see better, break me off
And if your shoes too big, take the motherfuckers off

[C-Murder]
Straight gutter, straight rough rugged raw
Wicked like you never saw (Uuuughhhh!)
Let's go to war
It's dark and hell is hot, my chance is 50/50
If I die I'm taking you with me, so come and get me
In my chest your bullets will never hit me
I'm vested up (WHAT!)
Touching retaliation nigga that's what's up

[Master P]
We demand respect, cause ya'll niggaz rookies
Don't make us act like cookie monster and take a niggaz cookies (Uuuughhhh!)
No limit boys rowdy and we don't give a fuck
C-Murder in this bitch throw your fuckin hoods up

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Yo, tell Liberty there's some girl out here for her

[Liberty]
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
You know them girls? (Fuck them girls)
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
I know them girls (Fuck them girls)
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
You know them girls? (Fuck them girls)
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
I know them girls (Fuck them girls)

I'm ready willing and able to ride at any cost
Down to spark feeling I'm Pedo and I'm from boat
Choking bitches with their weaves I'm all up in their throat
I suggest you think about it cause you don't really know (What!)
I can care less about your rep up in the streets
I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep
No limit mommies don't be fooled by the baby face
I'm not digging your man, I'm just thugging for Benjamins
So stop the hating increase the radio cake
I'm not, familiar with you why you trying to debate
I'm in a light green Maybach (WHAT!), mirror glass tinted
You better keep your day job you'll never be in it uh hah

[Liberty]
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
You know them girls? (Fuck them girls)
Who them girls? (Fuck them girls)
I know them girls (Fuck them girls)

[Master P]
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
You know them boys? (Fuck them boys)
Who them boys? (Fuck them boys)
I know them boys (Fuck them boys, boys, boys)

 

[fox69]

"Who Want Some"

"Who Want Some"


[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Who said he want some
Boy you don't want none
We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum

[Master P]
I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters
We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders
And uh, I don't know what they told you boy
But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy
We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit
I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits
And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine
And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine
I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know
We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors
Then, after the party it's the afterparty
And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it
If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what)
Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that
It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at
T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck
We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck
We break bread, and wile out in the club
If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love
And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at
Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back
Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks
Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh)

[Chorus - 1/2]

Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas)
Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama)
We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio)

Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background]
D.C. [Chorus repeats in background]
Boston
New York
Arkanasas
Milwaukee
Arizona
California
Philadephia
Kentucky
Atlanta
Nebraska
Colorado
The bayou
The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter
Hit 'em up
Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck

Who wants some, who wants some
Motherfucker, who wants some

 

[fox69]

"Whoadie Gone"

"Whoadie Gone"


Ugggghhhhh!

[Chorus with ad-libs]
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now

[Verse 1]
Mama cried, shed tears
But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear
Real thug figure, straight hard hitter
Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor
Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man
Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man
And the sister, she was trippin' man
Askin' me questions like "Who caught him slippin' man"
Where you at and who around you
I guess she ain't really know the dogs loved you
And a dog'll do anything before you fall
See you in the crossroad, we gon' miss you dog

[Chorus with ad-libs]

[Verse 2]
Same hood that you ride in
Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in
A couple of dollars get you knocked off
They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto wars
A lil' homie ain't had a chance
They walk up to his car, killer took him and his girl man
And I wonder if heaven has a special place
If you start off wrong change ya life, do you get a break
Cause every drug dealer don't mean wrong
But narcotics in the ghetto get you scrilla home
And rappers prove their life with nouns and adverbs
Justice of the peace only happens in the suburbs
I pray you give Pac and Biggie a second chance
I wonder if my brother and nephew up there holdin' hands
My uncle died of cancer, is he cured yet
It's a war out here, lil' whoadie took his last breath

[Chorus with ad-libs]

[Master P speaking]
I just want y'all to pause for a minute
And just light ya lighters
Cause I wanna give R.I.P. to my ghetto vets
My lil' brother Kevin Miller, I miss you dog
My lil' nephew Lance Connor
My grandfather, Big Daddy, for teachin' me how to be a soldier
Smile for my uncle, Big Jimmy Keller Senior
Randall Watts, Bruce and Burnell
Y'all back together dog
Dodo, Alfons and Elizabeth
Papa Pen, we keepin' the legacy goin'
I know you up there smilin'
Pissy Bob, Cornell, Rabbit
M and M, Lil' Curl, Hard Trouble
Big Ed, Tupac, Biggie Smalls
Coughnut, Big Pun, Aaliyah, Baby Babe
Baby Girl, Kenny Sell, Meathead
Dip, Lil' Roger
And everybody that lost somebody
From ghettos all across the world
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers
Oh yeah, we ain't never gon' forget y'all

[Chorus to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Whole Hood"

"Whole Hood"


[Chorus: kids]
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand

[Master P]
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto Bill got them in his hand

[Verse One]
I’m a fool shorty, so watch me float
I’m so gutta so gangsta and I got dough
I’m in the Guinness book of records
I can never go broke
I’m the first kid out the project to get a TV-show man
I’m on the block clack and skrilla
I don’t wear boxers at night, I wear p-millers
And my shoes I lay some up when I’m going or walk
I’m the first one to put spinning wheels on a luxury car, man
I’m ghetto fab, check out my gold grill
My Teeth had twisted, they call me Ghetto Bill
I’m a no limit soldier but I love the kids
Send money to the pence, they doing it big
Even though I free ballin’, I don’t made it big
I’m still stuck through the hood trying to save these kids
And I do whatever just to save these kids
I got the whole hood in my hand

[Chorus: kids]
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand

[Master P]
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto Bill got them in his hand

[Verse Two]
Be all u can be, be the greatest like Mohammed Ali
Make them love you when they hate to see
It’s a trip when u fall in your dreams
You like donuts and milk, you could buy crispy cream
You could be educated and still be a thug
You can say no to drugs and still have fun in the club
You can be a movie star eternity to the governor
And rap like Romeo and still listen to your mother
It aint nothing wrong making it out of the hood
But never forget were you came from shorty it’s all good
I’d like to thank BET for believing in me
Steven Hill, Ms. (?) my boy Kelly G
I’ve had in bitted myself and I’m back on top
I guess, there’s one for the boys on the block
See I’m a no limit soldier like Chucky Ace
Its mister makes them say “Uhh” got it on the craig

[Chorus: kids]
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole hood, in his hand
He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand

[Master P]
I got them thugs in the south, in my hand
I got them thugs in the east, in my hand
I got the north and the west, in my hand
Ghetto Bill got them in his hand

 

[fox69]

"Why They Wanna Wish Death"
(feat. Afficial)

"Why They Wanna Wish Death"
(feat. Afficial)



[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad

[Hook - 2x]
Some say, life be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm only trying to play my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
Cuz came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Master P]
I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randall gone man
Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why would they wanna, wish death on my life

[Hook - 2x]

[Yukon]
They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound
I'm from a place, where it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you
I got a plan, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible
But you cowards start singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga

[Hook - 2x]

 

[fox69]

"With Me Part 2"

"With Me Part 2"


[Master P]
You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
So holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)

You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if you hear me (Uhhh)

You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)

You're my destiny
You wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me (Uhhh)

[Destiny's Child]
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Cuz everything he like is with me

If I was in your shoes
I woulda had to let him go
From the first sign of him tryin' to play
If you want me to stay
Ya gotta let all that go
Oh no, you wanna stick around
And not believe in what you see
And while you're waitin'
Thinkin' everything's gonna be OK
I got him, I got him right here with me
(Holler if you hear me)
Oh, oh

[1] - Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Leaves you alone
(He's with me)

Do you ever wonder when he don't come home
Who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Cuz everything he like is with me

I wanna call you so bad
And tell you he's sick of you, girl
What you put him through
Do you expect to mistreat him
And he still be with you
No no no no no (no no)
That's why he's here with me
(Holler if you hear me)
I don't care what you say (no no)
You can't play with Destiny
(Holler if you hear me)

As fas as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop callin' all around
Sayin' 'Have you seen my man?' (Uhhh)
Ain't no need to fuss and fight
Tryin' to make it right (No)
Certain things ain't meant to be
And that's why, that's why he's right here with me (Uhhh)

[Master P]
Be right here if you 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P and Destiny could get rowdy, rowdy
See, holler here if ya even hear me (Uhhh)
All it takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl, it's gonna be you and me
We be thugged out, Moet, Champagne, I'm eatin' strawberry
She's callin' my name, you holler 'P never leave me'
And if you really wanna be with me, hug me and squeeze me
Real killa's like to ride (Uhhh)
So jump in my car and just go front, back, side to side,
You can press just like a flower
And if you real good, your game all about the gizzal
But never mix business with pleasure
You really want me?
Prove to me that you're down for whatever
Put on your soldier gear, let's ride tonight (Uhh)
Thug love, bubble bath, it ain't No Limit tonight
Girl if you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
If you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
Tell me you wanna be with me
(Tell me)
If you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)

[Repeat 1 until fade while:]

[Master P]
If you wanna be with me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Uhhh
Hollar if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Thug love, soldier love
Master P, Destiny's Child
Holler if you hear me
Girl, feel me

 

[fox69]

"Woke Up A Millionaire"

"Woke Up A Millionaire"


[Intro:]
Aha, told you I was a no limit nigga
How the fuck you gonna stop me when you don't even see me move?
Let me breathe on y'all for a second
Real shit

I'm from the back woods, where they jack niggas
Couple of chromes on the porch for the crack niggas
The way we live is undeceeted
The way we play nigga undefeated
I lost it all then I bounced back
So much paper, can't count that
A ghetto nigga with some big dreams
Ice cream, no truck, this a triple beam
And I made it out the project
Went from course like the fuckin bad bitches drinkin moet
Person Miller, nigga first child
Topped off the post, nigga livin buck wild
Now a nigga got his mond right
Real niggas rollin with the 9 right
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
Last year, now this shit now it's plenty there

[Hook: x2]
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
Last year, now this shit, now it's plenty there
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
Last year, now this shit, now it's plenty there

Niggas said they love you but they really hate you
Nigga think you holdin something but they never made you
Nigga long nights in the studio
Now a nigga treyna play me like Coolio
My little niggas strapped with the toolio
And I cop mo pesos than Julio
But a nigga came from the struggle
Put me in the game, get a triple double
Cereal, no milk man, we use water
Remember last year I ain't had a quota
Stomach pains in the night pain
Now I got money, nigga wanna take mine
Bad bitches want scholarship
I love money but I don't fuck with politics
Good thing I didn't put the tats in my face
Cause Compton murker sent me money every other day

[Hook: x2]
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
Last year, now this shit, now it's plenty there
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
Last year, now this shit, now it's plenty there

Nigga versatile, I don't wear a suit and a tie
I could wear jeans and t-shirt
Even if you don't wake up a millionaire
But if you wake up better than you went to sleep
You should be thankful
This ain't rap, this flu
If you layin on me I guess you don't wanna be stamped

Went to sleep broke
Woke up with paper
There's no success without struggle
But when you got dreams
And you get out there
Don't work hard? Don't work you don't eat they say
You could do whatever you want if you put yo mind to it
Yo ain't gotta listen to me
You could just hate the next man but tryna do what he do
But you could do the same thing
If you get out there and do you
Haters just motivate me though
I be laughing at these niggas while I'm ridin in the Ghost
My vision too big
They can't even see what I'm doing cause
It's bigger than what you could see
That's vision
You ain't got no dreams you ain't got no money
How you gon make money if you don't have no dreams?
No limit forever, I put my trust in God, not a man
Went to sleep broke, woke up a millionaire
From the projects
To all this shit I got
Shit bigger than me
I ain't tryna get no 3-60 record deal
That's for them lil boys
This time I'm tryna take over they company and spend they money and let my shit grow
Boss shit
If you a basketball playa you should be in the gym shootin jumpin
If you a hustler you should be out there on yo grind
If you a hater you ain't gon never have shit.

 

[fox69]

"Would You"
(feat. Krazy, Suga Bear)

"Would You"
(feat. Krazy, Suga Bear)



[Krazy talking]
Man look at that mothafuckin' hoe right there man, Krazy
Lawd look at that fuckin' ass

[Master P talking]
Naw nigga that hoe look like Halle Berry

[Krazy Talking]
Hey shorty don't let me forget I'm fuckin' you tonight hear
It's all love

[Suga Bear (Krazy)]
Tha chick is a thug girl a man teaser
Damn I wouldn't hit that girl either
Krazy would you hit that whoa
(Shit if I use a rubber
I'mma breeder not a lover)
[Repeat]

[Krazy]
Tha bitch is a straight hoe
We all know
Watch her bend & take it in the cat on the club flo'
Wit a head full of weave & her shorts up her ass
A thug girl known to make a breeder nut fast
She wants some Hennessy, nigga fuck Amaretta
Once you fuck this thug girl, I betcha won't forget her
Soon as tha bitch see you lookin' see gonna back it up on ya
You just married tha hoe, I forgot to warn ya
We some No Limit niggaz wit some No limit girls
An you besta realize we in a No limit world
Me & my nigga C tag team on them hoes
Cause they love a niggas over six feet wit some golds
Bling blingin'
Phone ringin'
That ain't nothin'
I need some Hennessy I'm bout to go & bang somethin'
See Krazy love a thug girl that's fa sho'
Give me a rubber, believe I'mma fuck that hoe (feel it)

[Suga Bear (Master P)]
Tha chick is a thug girl a man teaser
Damn I wouldn't hit that girl either
P would you hit whoa
(Shit if I use a rubber
I'mma soldier not a lover)
[Repeat]

[Master P]
(UGH)
I wanna thug wit cha'
Make love wit cha'
Smoke some bud wit cha'
Sit in hot tubs wit cha
I got tha hook up baby girl so holla if ya hear me
Take a trip to tha motel cause it's time to get busy
Take tha batteries out the phone, put tha beeper on vibe
Now picture me ballin' & beatin' up them thighs
I see you ready got cha nipples on hard baby
Lick me up & down & let me pound lady
You lookin' good in your Victoria Secret boo
Put my name on your ass now what's up wit you
I see your girlfriend jockin' & you smilin' like a child
But lets get out this club & lets go home an get buckwild

[Suga Bear {Krazy} (Master P)]
Tha chick is a thug girl a man teaser
Damn I wouldn't hit that girl either
Krazy would you hit that whoa
{Shit if I use a rubber
I'mma breeder not a lover}
Tha chick is a thug girl a man teaser
Damn I wouldn't hit that girl either
P would you hit that whoa
(Shit if I use a rubber
I'mma soldier not a lover)

[Krazy]
Lousiana, you know you hoes ain't right
Tha way you take it from tha back all night
Tennessee, you know you hoes ain't right
Tha way you suck a nigga dick wit that ice
Texas, you know you hoes ain't right
Tha way you ride a nigga dick all night
Mississippi, you know you hoes ain't right
Tha way you bend & pop that pussy all night
Georgia, you know you hoes ain't right
Let a nigga finger fuck & lick your nipples all night feel it
An tha whole East Coast & West Coast yall hoes know yall ain't right
I ain't gotta say no states