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"Bout It, Bout It II"
(feat. Mia X)

"Bout It, Bout It II"
(feat. Mia X)



[Master P]
uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem
y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it)
if you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it
(that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it

I represent, its 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer
Cause I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
we doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what)
we in the studio rippin' up dope tracks
Cause we real, you betta guard your grill
Cause if we bout it, bout it
if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed
I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at
3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain't no softy
betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin' water
I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)
I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
you betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it
I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
lay you on the floor and tell you
bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
put the pistol to your head
ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'
gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin'
cause their little boy is dead
cause that color blue or red
and wanta do waht them other ballas said
to make some snaps, I mean to make some money
to break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
you want that beat in, ain't no way out
but death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
if you bout it, say you bout it
I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it

C-Murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's bout it, bout it (bhudda
nigga ??, that nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)
Mercy Caller you know he's bout it bout it
and Cali-G in California is bout it, bout it
Mo B. Dick (if you bout it) you know he's bout it bout it
Nick Pokey you know he's bout it bout it
KLC of the Parkway is bout it, bout it
and Mr. Serv-On is bout it bout it
and Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it bout it
Sonya-C you know she bout it bout it
Silkk the Shocker you know he's bout it bout it
and Mia X is bout to kick some flava (she's rowdy, rowdy)

[Mia X]
Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
so when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
so don't doubt the angel like voice, come across
get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep em sick from the way I kick my shit
and KLC got em scared cause he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
No Limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette
with that pimpstress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beaucoup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
fel a taste from drame scenes
infared beams aimin' at your forehead
ain't no fuckin' country boys
soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
puddles froma fuckin' ??
now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
I really can't call it, cause once the gumbo be grieven
a nigga start ballin'
strike up the second line band
and put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood

[Master P]
Bitch I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
from Kansas City to St. Louis they bout it, bout it (they rowdy)
down in Memphis you know they bout it bout it
from L.A. to Alabama they bout it bout it
Washington to Carolina to Georgia (they bout it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to Florida
Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit (do that gangsta walk)
Lexington Kentucky to Louisville (you bout it) you know they bout it bout it

I mean they rowdy (break it up)
from Richmond California to San Francisco, to Oakland they bout it bout it
down in Houston they bout it bout it
the Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it bout it
from Dallas to Waco to Austin (they been bout it)
to Jackson to Mississippi them niggas flossin' (means they bout it)
B and M's on triple-gold and they bout it
that's how these gangstas roll
from Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
to Batton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans (they bout it)
they bout it, (they rowdy) I mean they rowdy
in Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they bout it
my homie Tre-8, they bout it
loony Skull Dugrey you know that fool is bout it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean Green, DJ Roe, Greg Streep
Levi, may he rest in peace
and all the other motha-niggas that are dead
like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it bout it
BOUT IT (bout it bout it)
 
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"Bout That Drama"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

"Bout That Drama"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)



Silkk-Wassup fool?
Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's.
Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back
Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Limit

[Silkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit
I run with TRU
I gives a fuck about who you run with
Bitch, we run this shit
Nigga it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no luv in this bitch
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me
Nigga wassup? (Murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
Nigga fade me
Think I'm crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit daily
I'm bout that drama

[Master P - chorus]
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No Limit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas

[Silkk]
Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this
nigga don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
and the glock cock
Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside
Bitch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.

[Master P chorus and talking]
 
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"Break 'Em Off Somethin'"
(feat. U.G.K)

"Break 'Em Off Somethin'"
(feat. U.G.K)



[Master P]
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)
Y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us
Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle
I'm from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing ain't nothing but a hobby
Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans
But blowing up like B-12
Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
I'm a have to break you off somethin'

[Hook]
Break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' [x3]

[Pimp C]
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin'

[Hook]

[Bun B.]
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga
 
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"Brick To A Million"
(feat. Fat Trel & Alley Boy)

"Brick To A Million"
(feat. Fat Trel & Alley Boy)



[Intro:]
New niggas wearin' dresses – fuck it, I ain't scared to address it
Gangster niggas on skateboards?
I'm at the house breakin' motherfuckin' headboards
Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y'all man up
Real niggas stand up – I ain't hatin', three dollar niggas man up!

[Hook:]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 1:]
Hatin' niggas just ride off
I'm the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the motherfuckin' secretary
You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin' hella scary
Bitch nigga be gone, bitch
Starin' at me, what's wrong, bitch?
I'm in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse
Bitch nigga, you ain't right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
And you know your bitch ass can't even fight

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Slutty boy game, bitch – who I came with?
Three hoes, one date, fuckin' with the same dick
No metro,.38 Special
Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
That's a no-no, Louis, no logo
Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo
What's next? High-def, shoot slow-mo
In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows
Find me fuckin' on a badass hoe
LA beat with the DC flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Aye... what these faggot niggas on, P?
Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC
Aye... I see these niggas made hoes choose 'em
Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty
You'll get your shit pushed back for the right fact
I got them fakers on sight, we gon' eat that
Ain't with the new cool, we just gettin' money
Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon' look funny
I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car
Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck 'em all
Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon
Master P, five mil', just one album

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks
 
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"Bullets Got No Name"
(feat. EA-Ski, Rally Ral)

"Bullets Got No Name"
(feat. EA-Ski, Rally Ral)



Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment for your punk ass

My nigga Ski whats up
My nigga C whats up
My nigga P whats up
I'm read to tear shit up
Coming straight from the land of the O-A-K
And now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay
No matter where you at, be it rain or snow
On a motel floor with a front row hoe
Partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided
Forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with
Let me tell you bout this little fool I know
He was swift and fast, always on the go
Anybody was his target, just to let you know
To make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
He was all about peace, nothin more or less
Always headed for your head, to avoid the vest
He was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame
Get in his way, you're shot on the spot
Cause he has no name

[CHORUS: 4x]
Hollow tips in ya, bang!
So duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat
Cause bullets got no name

Cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
You got your name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be playing
Bodies will be laying
Cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating
Run up and get the four-four
Open his chest with the full metal jacket
And put that nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
My bullets have no name
So your partners better scatter bitch
So motherfucker now you know I'm from the O
Got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
So think again if you think that you can handle
Get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
Kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
Shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
Motherfuckers wanta do me
But run up and get some slugs from a nigga
You thought was your homie
Ain't no love in this town huh
So you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh
Yea, who's the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga
You fuck around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain
Keep your partnas out this shit
This bullet has no name

[CHORUS 4x]

About yay short, about yay tall
About so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
Cause ain't no love in this dope game
Young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
So when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
You better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
Or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
Took out the game, I run the game of life
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
Heroine and crack, and out to do ??
And the music shit don't change
Cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
So what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Limit Records
I mean some real niggas
Done hooked up, out to make some bucks
Off the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's either some nigga, some bitch
With a bloody red shirt
Or under the fuckin white sheet
This shit won't change
Cause it'll happen again fuckin next week
And these bullets aint gots no names
And these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
You got your gat, we got our gats
And we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata

[CHORUS 5x]
 
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"Burbons And Lacs"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker, Lil Gotti, Mo B Dick)

"Burbons And Lacs"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker, Lil Gotti, Mo B Dick)



[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped

[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it

[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks

[Silkk The Shocker]
See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can stop me
But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the playas

[Mo B. Dick]
Playa, play on
I can't hate you homie
Playa, play on
I can't hate you homie

[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene, nigga
Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life

[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Playa play on
I can't hate you homie
 
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"Captain Kirk"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal)

"Captain Kirk"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal)



[Intro: Master P]
Are you ready to boldly go,
where no family has gone before?
The Ghetto Enterprise has landed.
Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat,
Captain Kirk, has arrived.
Women, if you're lucky, Captain Kirk will save you,
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me?
Are you ready? (Yes I Am!!!!)

[1st Verse: Master P - Fiend]
[Master P:]
Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper,
but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' captain?
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank.
I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees,
No Limit niggas don't say hoes,
ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze...
[Fiend:]
Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
Captain Smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin',
come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
the bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga, go figga,
all she wanted was that man to change,
but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains.

[Chorus:]
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby.

[Verse Two: Silkk The Shocker]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time and they be callin' back,
talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?".
And she had the nerve to tell me,
if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless,
I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick,
then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose.
Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind,
I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs.
Simply, a bitch might give you some weed,
a bitch might give you a buck,
man, but since you my boy you
better use a condom, before you try to fuck.
Take the game from this show bug,
cuz Silkk ain't no love.
I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I
take'em back and get the most love.
And ain't no beam'em up Scotty,
ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work.
It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze),
all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig,
bring yo' Bebe kids cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in
approximately five minutes.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Mystikal]
Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!!
my mama done got me bent.
What the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with?,
and where the fuck I went?
Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD,
if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus cuz
you quick with that pleasure.
You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride,
I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL.
I can't seem to satisfy you,
bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!!
They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it,
this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made
and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you
bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man
do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do,
give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through.
Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin'
behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got
trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin' been due.
It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard,
for me and the rest of my niggas.
Mean these tramps they it like weed,
SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!!
Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work,
This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk,
NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
-Girl
Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids,
even though they ain't from you,
baby my kids love you.
Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV,
I know you pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
baby we need a brand new car boo,
six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh I took that extra checkbook,
I need my... hair, nails, toes did,
I want a brand new house,
a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and
don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk.
Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream.
I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to
pick up your cape out the cleaners.

[Master P]
Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of
the ghetto in five seconds,
four,
three,
two,
one.

[Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away]
 
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"Change Ya Life"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker & Howie T)

"Change Ya Life"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker & Howie T)



[Talking]
Yo Silkk (yeah P), these new big faces
Look like monopoly money right, (yeah it do, sure do)
Free C-Murder (huh), free T.E.C. (yeah)
T-R-U No Limit Forever, (that's what it is)
We get better with time, we don't window shop we buy it
(uh-huh), everyday is a good day even when it rains
Cause everyday we make it rain, get your umbrellas

[Master P]
We went from hallways, to the motherfucking skyscraper
Went from powdered milk and eggs, to getting mo' paper
Young nigga on the block, nigga buy a hater
Rome wrecked the Ferrari, bitch I got insurance papers
Ain't nobody gon' touch me, real nigga
Sharks in the water, put a hole in your Hilfiger
We don't do money machines, we can't count money
Cause if you could count money, you ain't really got money
Black card, walked out from a shopping spree
I'm overseas under trees, blowing foreign weed
My tour bus full up, with them supermodels
My daughter broke a vase in the house, that's a million dollars

[Chorus - 2x]
Mo'fucker we don't stunt, we ride (we ride)
And nigga we don't window shop, we buy (we buy)
And in the dark, I could bring the light (bring the light)
So fuck with me, and I could change your life (change your life)

[Silkk the Shocker]
At number one can't get no higher, now that I'm back man I'm on fire
Look I want it I buy it, I mess with her she could retire
Make in sync just like a choir, they should crown me call me sire
I don't mess with a lot of these rap dudes, for the simple fact man most of em liars
Man they look like nothing they look like fronting, me man I just look like money
Looking all bummy they looking all funny, look at my suitcase look all hunnids
Yeah they wanna touch it but, I wouldn't even like try that
Ya'll city remind me of Disneyland, and my city remind me of Iraq
Blow a mill like it was five racks, they asking me I'm like why ask
Maybe cause I get so much money, they like Shocker man why rap
Take a boat there maybe fly back, I don't window shop I just buy that
And I don't test drive I look I like, I buy it then I just drive back

[Chorus - 2x]
 
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"Com. 3"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Com. 3"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Master P talking]
Yo Mike take me to the commercial man
so I can tell why I never fall off
you know what I'm saying, before I do
I sell all the houses and cars I got
I'm a hustler man, we losin and get it back easy
but you know what, I ain't just bout the music man
I'm sellin clothes, the P.Miller clothes
you go pick that up, if you ain't got it
got the P.Miller pads, you know, where the jeans came from
well, the girls gotta have that
Than I got the new watches man
you ain't gotta go to Jacobs no more to get no watch man
I got the iced out colour ice, it's called Master Pieces
so y'all better pick that up real soon
and you go to Circus City man and pick up my platinum speakers man
I got amp speakers, tweeters, all that type of stuff
Oh yeah, you ain't gotta go to Nike or Adidas and all that no more
I got the P.Miller Jump-Off's man, I got the shoes and the tennis shoe
I'ma let my lil partner, Curren$y take y'all to my tennis shoe commercial
y'all can see what I'm talkin bout, handle that, braw

[beat falls in]

[Curren$y]
Man, a dude should have been in the league
and jump shots are monster, mo player are scared of his D
and you should cop a pair of these sneaks
Rather you got game on the court, or you play in the street
Jump Off's, you gotta respect that there
So light-weight, feels like you walkin on air
So good and the posers are most not fair
A lil pair of defenders just stop and stare
Rather you play big, and rather you play small
If you like to assist or if you above all
Or if you just a fan in the game
P.Miller, new sneakers, Jump Off's, remember the name
 
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"Come And Get Some"
(feat. C-Murder, Prime Suspect)

"Come And Get Some"
(feat. C-Murder, Prime Suspect)



Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all
fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what

[Master P]
Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts
I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters
you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch
my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch
hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers
pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas
my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby
cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy
P don't take no shit from no suckas
but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers

If you want something come and get something [2x]

[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse
They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click
you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split
I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics
them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit
my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups
I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up
cuz money and murder is the code that I live by
come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's}
I wanna put em in a hearse
they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk
fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some

If you want something come and get somethin [2x]

[Prime Suspects]
Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred
but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served
how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low
how you figure that you can come kick in my door
fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas
from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier
never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga

We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin
no talkin in this jack move be cool
while C pet you crime is the way in these days
niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way
prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine
I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine

If you want something come and get something [3x fade]
 
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