Master P

[fox69]

"Commercial (Young Guns)"
(feat. Young Guns)

"Commercial (Young Guns)"
(feat. Young Guns)



[Master P]
Yo Los, take us to a commercial
While we stop to get high
y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me?

Check this out..
If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
and he gave a half to his boy
and the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
and he ask you for one mo'
what should you do if you was in that position?

[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill

Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is family now, I give a fuck about you clowns
Young Guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
?? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches
they'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
This is a street ??, I promise to die violent
Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent

Nigga fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back
They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come ?? down the block nigga don't try to run
I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice

These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest
FUCK THE REST!
I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
A Y.G., so I breathe toke three, ??
Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these
Pistol packin niggaz in our town
You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me
I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed

[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill..

 

[fox69]

"Cookie Money"
(feat. Blakk)

"Cookie Money"
(feat. Blakk)



[Hook x2: Master]
We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens
We like U, P.S. the way we ship dem chickens
We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens
We like U, P.S. the way we ship dem chickens (cookie money)

[Verse: Master]
They tell stories in da hood about me
Ask, lettin da bush whats good about me
Call me, black breezy call me if u need me
Big twelve on a bird leavin chickens breezy
I tell stories man I tryna forgive
Put it in a zip black bag cook it up like ribs
I’m on the block on a 45 stacks safety all
How you want it white cream live hard its all
In the hood wit dem fens dey be addin to see me
Dats why these otha rappaz talk hard but want to be me
And I go to the church house and pray for the crack baby
Cuz wit all day mama I couldn’t get da white Mercedes
I’m a gangsta my nine, I stay lookin good
And I’m straight from Uptown so Im reppin da hood
And I don’t talk on my phone at least I got dat belly
Seen a deep car and baby dey still couldn’t get me I’m gutta

[Hook x2: Master]

[Verse: Blakk]
When it comes to the chickens I flip em like gymnastics class
U need it just ask I move em over dem yellow and taxi cash
As far as the rack goes we tryna get black dope
I just need a helicopter and a lack in a black ropes
U know how the blacks roll dog look to my kinfolk
Gotta live dog, but we grindin like we still fo
Nice wit da hustle iz well, and I’m known from da South
To goes cold cuz like Sam I can sell
Slangin these chickens cookies tryna get that dope
And feelin blanks space wit hoes like tic tac toe
UPS aint got enough trucks, its New No Limit to da finish
And there’s Guttar Music comin up, so we

[Hook x2: Master]

 

[fox69]

"Crazy Bout Ya"
(feat. Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)

"Crazy Bout Ya"
(feat. Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)



[Master P (Mercedes) talking:]

Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo
Look what I got for you baby
(Look get this up out of my face
I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money)
What?
(I'm telling you, you need to change your life)
Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us?
(Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying)
Man you aint gotta worry about that
Oh you think your better than me now?
I'm outta here girl.

[Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)]

I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you

[Verse 1 (Mercedes)]

I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya
I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together
You know you made me have this funny feelings,
I guess I just love me a thug
You know how to push me down and take it from me
Show me that rough type of love

[Verse 2 (Master P)]

Ugh
The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you,
I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you,
I live my life for you, so crazy about you
just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you
I would be the best for you, complete any task for you
any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you
I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you
so please don't leave me cause I can't breath without you

[Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)]

I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you

[Verse 3 (Mercedes)]

Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds?
and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed
my people tell me your not worth it, but it is so hard to explain
and just the thought of you on top,
makes my nature hot, i want no other man

[Verse 4 (Ms. Peaches)]

Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you?
Who counted all the figures for you?
Continued the buisness for you?
Who ran away those niggas for you?
It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you
Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife?
That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight
I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please don't leave
cause I can't breath without you

[Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)]

I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you

[Verse 5 (Mercedes) :]

I'm going crazy, about my baby
no one could ever take your place
with all the memories we share, nothing else can compare
so I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside,
I know that I can't hide

[Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)]

I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you

I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you

 

[fox69]

"Da Ballers"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

"Da Ballers"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)



[Master P (Jermaine Dupri)]
Say brah..
Bitch you better come on in!
J.D.
Whassup?
Where you at?
Huh, I'm right here nigga
(Y'all niggaz done fucked up now!
Y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together)
Haha check it out It's over!!

J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

[MP]
I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach
I got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth
[JD]
Well I know they sick of this, talk about what I got
Nigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck
[MP]
J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank
A couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink
[JD]
Well where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule
Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels
Make all the moves niggaz dream about
You know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh

J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

[Master P]
I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin
I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin
I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters
Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator
We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars
and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars

[Jermaine Dupri]
Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch
and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up
Since day one I've been on burn
Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh
You know the game, yo' bitch chose me
The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa)

J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

 

[fox69]

"Da Last Don"

"Da Last Don"


Ughhhhh.......
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
But what if gansta rap gets rid of you
How'd you like them apples
You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music
But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit
You always point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy points the finger at you
Fuck the politcians the media and the government
The fucking world was built on production
If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music
You couldn't pay for a meal
I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around
Tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustler is
Its a pig that don't fly straight
But its ok (its ok)
When you finish listening to this tape
It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me
So fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don
Master P The Last Don

[Master P]
I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps
No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit I didn't do
Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
We retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh)
Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers
Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it
Change by society but these fools tryin' take me
They want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up
Walkin' the blocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me
Your girl or your homey
Cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one that's grown from the Last Don

He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller
They all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don
Real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain
Feel my pain its real out here
Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies once
So all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families
Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
And if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga
Don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self
Cause money's the root of all evil
We done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars
That's one to grow on nigga from the last Dizon you heard me?

 

[fox69]

"Dana You Can Bang Her"

"Dana You Can Bang Her"


[Master P talking]
Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man
(Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man)
Nah man, I'm tellin' you
(Another one of them freaky tails hey P)
Nah it ain't another fuckin' freak tails man
This girl named Dana, you can bang her man

[Master P]
There once was this girl named Dana
The dick was the only thing that contained her (Yeah)
She had real big tits, built thick as fuck
The girl was fine but the bitch was a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard a knock on the motherfuckin' door
I said "Who is it?" then she said "Ya know"
Then I unlatched the got damn lock
The girl came in and showed me her cot (Oh yeah)
The bitch said...
(Uh uh, I don't wear no draws, ya damn right)
(Ya won't never catch me with no draws on honey)
(Baby cause I'm everybody's good bitch)

[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) There she go right there, loook, look, look
Dana, you can bang her (That's my sister you talkin' about nigga)
Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm just clownin' I'm just clownin'

[Master P]
Dana, you can bang her is the name of the song
Dana is a bitch that can fuck all night long
And she'll love it if ya have a big dick
One night she came over by my house, listen to this
I called her baby, she grabbed my dick
She sucked it like a bottle and drove me crazy
Then she sucked my nuts and jacked off my dick
Poured honey up my ass and started to lick
That's when I said STOP
The bitch eyes turned green and she said "Give me all ya got"
The bitch hit the kitchen and got some ice
Rubbed it on my nuts and dick and played juggle the dice
Then she jumped up and did a handstand
Upside down, singin' "You're my magic man"
Dick juiced her all in the face
I was about to put on my pants but the bitch said wait (Wait)

[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) I'll give ya something to bang

[Master P]
Now ya know Dana is the neighborhood bitch
In case ya bump into her, she looks like this
She has a tattoo on her ass, a picture of a flower
She drives a 300 ZX, she comes out after hours
She wears real tight clothes and some small little draws
A one night stand, she likes em' six feet tall
But don't fall in love cause you'll get used
To Dana it's a job and your just a toot
Has a body like thunder, make ya just wonder
Lick ya ear, lick ya chest and then she goes under
So be on the lookout, ya need a whip and chain to tame her
And if ya meet a workin' girl named Dana
Ya better watch out because it might be Dana

[Hook]
Dana you can bang her (Ha, ha you got to hook me up with that bitch)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (I give head to anybody for free) [Cheering]
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
My whole calendar is open
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
From January to the end of December
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)

 

[fox69]

"Dead Presidents"

"Dead Presidents"


Hahahahaha
That nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot

Well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
Roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split
Especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
Find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
The ghetto's trying to kill me
And if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
Come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row
You got niggas packin heat
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
And the game get thicker
When you think its all good
Down bows another nigga
To the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
But I've seen alot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
Got me caught up in a shuffle
Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
I'm too deep to quit
Cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits

Dead presidents
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Dead presidents
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents

Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
Khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
And on my stomach spells T-R-U
That's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
That jumped out this game of crack
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
And we aint takin no shorts
Independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
Distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
But there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
Mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
You can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
And them blue signs is thicker
Cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker
Wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
When you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
Committin homicides and drive-bys
Livin with ??
But still slanging that fuckin pie
And got more bitches than you
So what the fuck you runnin on my set
Talking that hoe shit fool
And No Limit only means the beginning
Cause when the other niggas is fading
We just beginning
Got more juice than ojay
Got more four than fourplay
Got more game than M.J.
And like Cube say today will be a good day
25 G's for a key
Hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
Straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
Ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
And we bout to chop the top off
This motherfuckin fire bird, ??
Oh, and them hoes is the side show
And bustas gettin beat down
Niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
And we sicker than sickery
Tricker than trickery
Catch you slippin bitch than you history
Cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
And the game get deep
How can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
You gotta watch your ass
And if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
And watch close to your enemy
Cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
And the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
But don't tell a nigga where your stash

You know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game
To all my niggas out their in the game
Ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can

[Chorus plays as P talks]

Yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich
Know what I'm sayin
All my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco
And all them hustlas thats rollin with me
The TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
And ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000

Got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit

 

[fox69]

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Mac)

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Mac)



[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor felonies
We cant survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us
(ugghhhhh)
Now you see how we feel
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to blow you away,
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me

[Chorus]
Dear mr. president (mr. president)
My letter to the president, the president
[repeat 2x]

[Mac]
Dear mr president
Mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks
If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's eyes

[Chorus repeat 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Don Is Back"

"Don Is Back"


[Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]

What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office!

This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie.

 

[fox69]

"Doo Rags"
(feat. Slay Sean)

"Doo Rags"
(feat. Slay Sean)



[Intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What!

[Chorus 2X: Master P]
My niggas here we go,(huh) from the streets
we clock that doe,(what) doo rags put 'em for the go
(huh)all my niggas ready ta roll (what!)

[Master P]
Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back
cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack
I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger, but ladies
love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga, roll a
V12, big body trucks, all chromed out, and all sooped
up, find me sit'in on the porch in the project
blow'in blunt, wait'in ta get paid on the first on
the month, now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with
me, I'm that nigga out the CP3, woday ball'in dem
bricks, and dranks on me, ain't no stunn'in lady, yall
know who I be, I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life,
gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!)

[Slay Sean]
Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat,
fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat, rock two
like didacks, chase rap kidacks, this nigga blast on
east and south cridack, my shit didack, like key
sadacridack, movie in the clickclack, come on suck my
didack, ser don't box like rata ta ta ta, hoes in yur
face smack bodies when ya lay dat, serk ain't the
shit, oh I know you ain't say that, you knew I come
get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat!

[Chorus repeat 4X]

[Master P Outro]
Where the project niggas at? (what what)
Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what)
Where them down south niggas at? (what what)
Where them east coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what)
Where them west coast niggas at? (what what)
Where them project niggas at? (what what)
Ain't no niggas, like my niggas
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what,
what, what)

[Repeat statement]

[Repeat Chorus 2X]