Master P

[fox69]

"Fuck A Bitch Cuz' I'm Paid"

"Fuck A Bitch Cuz' I'm Paid"


[Verse One-Master P]
30 G's and with not deep could the game get
4 ki's in the safe and I aint to be fucked with
living like a baller done cross to that other level
they bury so many motherfuckers I gotta carry a shovel
Casue I dont play when it comes to my mil man
its risky seeling that cocain
watch your ass, or watch your back punk
cause in Richmond, California motherfuckers ending
up in a trunk, but I aint going out like that
I keep on pumping the gage and no limit they got my back
police keep harrassing me all the time
I guess they tripping cause the P done went big time

[Chorus]
Im making money, fuck a bitch cause im paid (Im living like a hustler)
[x4]

[Girl]
Tom Cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch
[Master P]
What else should I say fuck a bitch

[Verse Two-Master P]
Me and the chill we was rolling
bebbing we was foling
wholesale selling
T Dog golding
seen some bitches at the bus stop
following with that ass out
looking for some tricks but I with that bullshit
Im all about my meal I sell that crack cocain
I got the wholesale yeah im the dope man
serving the dope fiend for riding the protein
a little B12 and its fast but its crystal clean
bigger than ever thats clever, Im making mo' mil
??, trying to take a nigga to jail
but motherfuck that I aint going out like that
selling that crack and bitches talking behind ya back

[Chorus]

[Verse Three-Master P]
Check the rolex its time to pick the mail up
slanging and banging, yeah thats how I came up
strapped on the bullet proofvest for some foul play
a nine on my lap, and on my dash is my AK
my operation run smooth, my money is always there
cause niggaz know I can act a damn fool
now its time to move on my pager ranging
reach my the mobile phone so I can see who's hanging
but if its a broke bitch damn I hang it up
cause a nigga aint got time to get his dick sucked

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Bitch"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Steady Mobb'n)

"Gangsta Bitch"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Steady Mobb'n)



[Chorus (2x):]
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her don't want her
And if she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't need her
You can keep her

[Master P:]
I need a bitch to hold my stash, a bitch to give me some ass
And when I'm on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash
I'm a ball 'til I fall and that's the first right
I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the streetlife
And I know it sound crazy
I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby
And pack a 380
And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes
And known to be a lady
And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me

[Chorus (2x)]

[Steady Mobbin' #1:]
She gotta be a gangsta bitch bout that gangsta shit
I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit
I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side
To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps
We can sip hen be homies and best friends
Smash off X-O get his and hers M-10's
Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class
Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass
When I can't be seen you can inform my team
Call that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than K-F-C
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g

[Chorus (2x)]

[Steady Mobbin' #2:]
I need a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp
I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip
And don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug
All you get from this lesson baby girl is true love
She was dapping me, coronel, on my jump when I was locked down
My black queen's sendin' me Lex to the carpound
She see me now she closer than my bitch
She my boo cause she down to do some gangsta shit
And if a bitch trip
She down to boot her for free
My little mama go to work everyday
I run the streets she's a G bitch

[Chorus (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Gangstas Need Love"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker, Mercedes)

"Gangstas Need Love"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker, Mercedes)



[Master P (talking)]
Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain't never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.

[Lawand/Mercedes]
Since you've been away I've been down and lonely
Since you've been away I've been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru?
I'm missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns [echoed]

[Verse 1 - Master P]
Uhhhh, I got you livin' in mansions
Jumpin' out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, Mæet with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo' lips an' hair an' toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I'm livin' wrong, tryin' to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can Uhhhh then squeeze ya', tease ya'
You wanna rub me? let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain't got no nine to five
Hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be ya
Tell you I'm a thug and they can't wait till I leave ya'
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say

[Chorus - Lawand and Mercedes]
I'm missin' you
Tell me where the road turns [echoed]

[Verse 2 - Master P]
You was a high school queen
Met me sellin' ice cream on the corner went double-up servin' Fiend
Even though I'm a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we'd a play rugby
I got you flyin' first classes on planes
Jumpin' offa' trains
Takin' cruises on boats, sippin' champagne
Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That's why them hoes wanna be ya, but they can't
Taking trips in Land Cruisers
Droppin' off cash to the bank
But they don't know what you done see
The shit i done put you thru
?? you done take for ya' boo
The FED's harass you
The lies you dont told for me
And when i went to jail you found a way to visit me
Runnin' up ya phone bill
Sometimes the kids didn't even have a decent meal
It ain't no limit to this ghetto love
Even though i mighta' slangin' drugs
You still showed me love
That's why I'm here for ya', Boo
But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love too

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - The Shocker]
I got a ?? and i wonder why and i wonder what she in me
And man I can't lie
Cuz i'll be hustlin' , hangin' wit my homies all night ch'all
I'll be hustlin' from the morning to the night fall, aight ch'all?
It's kinda hard tryin' to stay clean
Tyrin' to chase dreams
Tryin' to make it happen
But this rappin' ain't what it seems
Know what i mean?
Now thru thick things ya' stood beside me
When I was on the run, you help me on the real
Tryin' to make a mil but on the real
That's tight but a little money can't buy me
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g's in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya' blame it on my mom's lifestyle
My thuggish-ruggish friends
Ya' keep tellin' me
My fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an end
Ya' gotta' realize I ain't tryin' to be no broke fart
I'm takin' the chances now
Cuz it's gonna be hard for our future sons and daughters
I'm tryin' to take trips to Reno
Cash chips like casinos
Live life as a high roller
Silkk the Shocker make moves like Valentino
I only got one chance, so I got to take it
If you could just be patient
Down for the silent 20 just for waitin'
Yo' mom think I'm a thug
She still don't like me
Ya' friends think I'm a ghetto thug
But this is ghetto love that they can't see, G
I know when it rains it pours, one day i gotta stop
And when I do ima be sittin' on top
And gonna be sippin' champagne on yachts
Cars and tennis bracelets just a thang (meanwhile)
I'll be home tonight
So keep it tight for this gangsta

 

[fox69]

"Gangstas Need Love Too"
(feat. Alley Boy, Fat Trel)

"Gangstas Need Love Too"
(feat. Alley Boy, Fat Trel)



[Intro:]
Uh, tell me how you feel, baby,
Take the bill and roll the Porche, shout it Mercedes.
Uh, tell me how you feel, baby,
Take the bill and roll the Porche, shout it Mercedes.

[Hook:]
Since you went away I've been down and lonely
Since you went away I've been thinking of you.

[Verse 1:]
Living in mansions, dropping out of Benz
Pressing on Louie clothes but this is presidential
Rolex watch, you used to wear Swatch,
Then put you out the ghetto now your name is miss Versace.
Louis Vuitton purse is more that,
What you recent heard?
Miss rather know that you miss and haven't told
On twos this ain't for it, even though I'm living wrong,
Trying to get my hustle on,
Want you in your birthday suit when I get home
So I can uhhh then squize you, and tease you, let the ice cream man please you.
Staid around when my money was low, now I'm back, get whatever from the stove.
45 cock keep it on low, you know I love you cause you helped me on my jokes
Now I'm back, we can drink, shout and smoke,
Fuck the haters while we ride out the coast.

[Hook:]
Since you went away I've been down and lonely
Since you went away I've been thinking of you.
Trying to understand the reason you left me
What were you going through?
Uh, I've been missing you,
Tell me all the wrong turns.
Uh, I've been missing you,
Tell me all the wrong turns.

[Verse 2:]
Too many silly bitches tracking, days when I was broke
Haters ashing now you say I'm too flashy
Wishing I could change your heart, buy you a car
You the one that should be standing on the grass, you a star,
But you went away.
Wish I could fix my baby heart I broke,
I wanna take you on a cruise on my boat,
I wanna buy you everything, blow up everything,
Versace everything, but you should near everything
You're the one I want.
Girl, you gotta need to seek, I don't wanna know the chief,
Please forgive me for that shit, girl, I did.
So I dedicate this verse to you, career gangstas need love too,
We need love too.

[Hook:]
Since you went away I've been down and lonely
Since you went away I've been thinking of you.
Trying to understand the reason you left me
What were you going through?

[Verse 3:]
She was walking me, loving me, and kissing me, missing me,
I be flying, taking trips and I be shopping in Italy.
Cause they no forgiven me, I heard your mother missing me,
I left it for Tenessy, where first you remember me.
I'm popping this extasy, I'm fucking for energy,
In Cali I'm Louie V, they think I'm from New Orleans.
Bitch, I'm from DC, I'm rolling with two hiss in the A where alibi
Calio big P, I represent SP so you never stress me
I want her girlfriend but she gonna let me
I represent north east but she never stress me
And I want her girlfriend, but she gonna let me.

[Hook:]
Since you went away I've been down and lonely
Since you went away I've been thinking of you.
Trying to understand the reason you left me
What were you going through?
Uh, I've been missing you,
Tell me all the wrong turns.
Uh, I've been missing you,
Tell me all the wrong turns.

 

[fox69]

"Get Yo Mind Right"
(feat. C-Murder)

"Get Yo Mind Right"
(feat. C-Murder)



[Master P]
Hate to come at ya like this here man
I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh..
Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have
To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?!

[Chorus]
You betta get yo mind right
You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang)
You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang)
You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang)
You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right

[Master P]
I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob
I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob
But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way
This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre
So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner
(Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya
You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon?
Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin
I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope
Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope
I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends
Cuz them niggaz will do ya in!

[Chorus]
Get Yo Mind Right [8X]
You....betta....get yo mind right
Get yo mind right

[C-Murder]
Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before
I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store
Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell?
Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell
Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy
Preacher said: "Dont worry, be happy"
A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes
Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind
Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime?
Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight
That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right

[Chorus]
Get Yo Mind Right [8X]
You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right [2X]

Get yo mind right [8X]
You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right [2X]

 

[fox69]

"Get Your Paper"
(feat. E-40)

"Get Your Paper"
(feat. E-40)



[Master P:] Ughhh! Ha ha!
[E-40:] Oooo! Huh? P what's up boy?
[MP:] What's up 40 boy?
[E-40:] Talk to me weepilation.
[MP:] Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
[E-40:] Last Deezy, Last Don.
[MP:] Bay Area playa nigga.
[E-40:] This E-Feezy Fonzareezy, your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day
Er'ytime. Like dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don, Charlie Hustle. Check it out.

[E-40:]
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin'
Morning, night, day in N'Orleans
And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway
Bobbin' and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, penelope force
Tryin' to convince 'em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin along any how
We had been went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin' a dash
"Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin' fool
That other shit was cool"

[Chorus]
[E-40:]
Get your money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get paid
Get your mail man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your mail
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your snaps man, get paid

[Mater P:]
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da G's
Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game won't change, these niggas can't fade me
Mama still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit' tech nines and "lemon heads"
And all I want be is a soldier
Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still blowin' doja
Keep my composure when times hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run wit' the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas
And push 600 wit' a bulletproof
The ghetto Bill Gates
The only president wit' a gold tooth

[Chorus]

[E-40:]
Uh, n-neva let your guards down
Always play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn sho' try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence this
Paint a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict what I was about to say
Within the next couple of sentences
Technically impossible
To hard to call
See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, knockin' niggas out (knockin' niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what I'm about

[Master P:]
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped
Nigga tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps
Cause this street life got me crazy
But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby
And only God can take me
And ain't no nigga in this hood gone play me
So when I ball I'm a ball 'til I fizall
And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall

[Chorus]

[Ad-libs until end]

 

[fox69]

"Getaway Clean"

"Getaway Clean"


[Police Call]
211, 211 we are looking for Master P
The suspect is armed and dangerous, repeat armed and dangerous

[Master P]
I'm gone had to lose the alarm, ducking the Dodge
and movin the fuckers through the tracks so the beats all wrong
Now I'm movin at a fast pace
(Will the cops catch P?) huh man no way
It's time to make my move, jump in the groove
Had the cops on the drill (Yo partner watcha gonna do)
lose these fools I hear the ?? left the cops
Hella mad once say ohh shit (Which way did he go? I don't know)
I started laughin then threw my rope out the window
Zip the zone and out the back POP,POP,POP
but I ain't going out like that cause even mace wont blind me
It takes a 100 cops, an army, and dogs and they still couldn't find me
Cause I'ma brother that's raw
Jump a gate, or a fence, a bridge just to lose the law

[Chorus]
Getaway clean, they'll never find me
Getaway clean, they'll never find me

[Master P]
I can't stop cause I might get popped
Falling in the hands of some crooked ass cops
Cause if a cop thinks he's mean then ya did it
Me serving two to twenty man I ain't with it
So I keep on moving to the door groove
Shot a ghost in the back to the old school
Back for revenge like a terror somebody
drop a dime or ran, a cop said I dare ya
"stop in the name" of the law
Me stop man I'm too raw
You never find P jacking up a police car
Cause I'm a mission
If you ever get chased be the cops play close attention
or you'll get beat, but if you wanna get away
say Master P, a brother that's cool
Rob a bank and I play the boys in blue like fools

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Fedz has me trapped without fled
The scene some smuggling dope from Cali to New Orleans
From the West to the East coast where there were dope beats pumped
The most but I wont leave a trace
Take an old crew, my boy mixin with the dope plates
This is ready to done pack and then deliver
Out to the streets were the dope beats shiver
Now I'm getting at ya movin by the police than Bo Jackson
Then my hip hop bails
And if a cop comes closer I'll lead him to the wrong trio
Pair em like bait
It was the ? cocaine it wan't nothin but a dope tape
And two of them sirens I dont buzz
Pick a cop that bugs me amateurs

[Chorus]

[Skit]
Oh man I'm out of gas
Let me stop by this house and see if anyboody in there
(knock, knock, knock)
"Who is it?"
"Yo baby my car is stuck can I use your phone?
Ohh baby you look good!"
"Sure come on in make yourself at home"
"Where have you been all my life?"
"You look like you're familiar what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't!"
"Well here's the phone, I'm gonna go freshen up (he's in the living room)"
"Freeze!"
"Where you at?"

[Master P]
Im rolling 90 M-P-H
But you can't catch P not even with a blind date
?? and if it try to date me I'll be out tomorrow
Cause I'ma brother thats legit
Too smooth for the world and law can't mess
with known for pushin much though wanted by america
for rhymes and untouchable

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Ballin'"
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)

"Ghetto Ballin'"
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)



[Chorus x4]
Girls jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto ballin
My real thugs got me

UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!

[Verse 1: Master P]
Love money, hate haters
10 years later, still gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheel
It's Univeral now
Just signed a big deal
Party at the spot, come ball wit me
And if you aint a real Don
Stop calling me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My only bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we really dont have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
Thats just business and money
Call me the big dog, yall the little cats
You aint a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 2: Lil Romeo]
Ok, we dont rent or lease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yall whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats only mine
And that frank limo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the playground, its time to go in
I made my first million at the age of ten
I love the girls, cuz the girls love me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at
I could buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 3: Silkk]
We keep it real, we dont lie
We comin at you, look look
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Look, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU player for real, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Talkin bout diamond rings
Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange
You with that climb the range
Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feelgood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orleans
We can fly to Maine
Learn some new languages
We can fly to Spain
Look at what my ring say
Now thats a hell of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a hell of a team
And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream
And if I say so my self, No Limit
Thats a hell of a thing, Holla!

[Chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto D"
(feat. C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker)

"Ghetto D"
(feat. C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker)



[water bubbling]
[voice in background repeating "make crack like this"]

[Master P]
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it
(There it is right there)
For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers

("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this")

[Master P]
Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records
("Ma ma ma make crack like this")
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha

[C-Murder]
Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas
that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine
One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top
Now ya cocaine powder is crack
Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked

[Chorus: repeat all 4X]
Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope

[Silkk the Shocker]
My phone rang I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel
You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table
I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some Tru G's
See me and P and C
?? with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam
And then playa hit yo block
And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck with snitches
Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches
4. Keep a low key
And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5. Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug money

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Honey"
(feat. Theresa Esclovon)

"Ghetto Honey"
(feat. Theresa Esclovon)



[Hook: Theresa Esclovon]
When I see you I, like to ride up and I
Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie
The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear
You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare
I think of you and I, want you boy no lie

[Master P]
I wanna wife you shorty, but let's get one thing straight
I could get you a Benz, or a house by the lake
You want one with cameras, you want one with a gate
We could live like Tony Montana, girl we be straight
But you gotta tell your mom's, to stop bugging
Them dudes I be rolling with, that's my boys and my cousin
I'd rather be caught with it, then caught without it
I ain't gon lie, I've been to jail boo I'm bout it bout it
I ain't trying to hide who I am, shorty I'm a thug
But I love to kiss, and I love to fuck
My wardrobe, it's all T-shirts and jeans
I ain't hard to find, baby I'm on the corner with the team
But if you need me, girl I'm coming running
If it's beef, me and the boys we coming gunning
And I'ma tell you something girl, it ain't about the money
We gon thug until the end, and I'm glad you my ghetto honey

[Hook]

[Master P]
You like minks and ice, I could buy you that
You caught a bus to the crib, you could take the six back
Slow down shorty, don't be in a rush
Ain't nothing better than you and I, I mean us
We was made for eachother, look like sister and brother
Started out as friends, turned into lovers
I need your full attention, I'm feeling your style
I don't talk too much, but my homies buck wild
Tattoos and gold teeth, you know I'm thugging
I'm straight from the hood, but that just means good loving
Don't judge a book by it's cover, I got big dreams
I wanna take mom out the hood, and put you on my team
We could thug together, shorty grow together shorty
You could sleep over, and we could get naughty shorty
From the first time I met you, I was feeling you
And it don't feel the same, when I ain't with you

[Hook]

[singing]

[Hook]