Master P

[fox69]

"Ghetto Honeys"
(feat. Mac)

"Ghetto Honeys"
(feat. Mac)



[Master P - repeat 3X]
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys

[Master P]
Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to be alone
Girl call me on the phone, or you can beep me in the zone
I'm mean holla if you wit me, if you need me come and get me
You want me to box him tell him hit me
See you too pretty to be a ??
If you was mines I'd make you shine like a flower
I don't give a fuck, how much money, how much power
I wanna make you my lady, if you tired of bein his bitch
See the nigga wanna see you broke, but I wanna see you rich
And I ain't playin no games, I wanna make you out my boonapalist
Girl keep your head up, and can't no nigga stop this, ya heard me?

[Master P - repeat 4X]
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys

[Mac]
Yo, I look at you and praise you as if you a Goddess, but you modest
And word on the street, say you the hottest now why is this
so familiar, some niggaz'll kill just to be near ya
But you like my niggaz itchin, sayin that they gon' get ya
You ain't never had real love, cause all you fuck wit
is little thugs who deal drugs, you need a soldier
A nigga dat'll ride, nigga, that'll die
Nigga - to say you beautiful, and you my butterfly
I remember, when you was just a caterpillar
Ponytails and overalls, with Wonder Woman drawers
Everybody made they passes, laughin about yo' glasses
And now niggaz sweat you just because of how fat that ass is
I know you love that attention, ain't nuthin wrong with it
But you ain't gotta let every nigga you've known hit it
You a Queen, and I'ma make you shine like the brightest of stars
Keep you in the tightest of cars, you feel me?

[Master P - repeat 4X]
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money
But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto in the Sky"

"Ghetto in the Sky"



It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misled us
I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul
I been in and out of jail on probation and parole
And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth?
Now who's the real animal - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - police, really protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

Is there really a place where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound like heaven to me, huh
It's hard to find

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Life"
(feat. UGK)

"Ghetto Life"
(feat. UGK)



Uhhh, shhhh
Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there)
Through like all the bloodshed
And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects)
Ain't nothing like the ghetto
If I had to do it all again
I probably wouldn't change a thing

[Master P:]
I live my life homie, but not for greed
Picture young sistes and brothers planting their ghetto seeds
Ain't nothing promised in this ghetto but we lost cause we black
Picture 5 kids in the project in a one room shack
I had big dreams of making it big
I caught nightmares of fools splittin' my wig
I couldn't change for the guppies that tried to hate
Picture me a ghetto child with a house by the lake
Ain't nothing promised but we not to blame
Sinning, uhh to make some change
I wish the society feel my pain
Empty me underneath we all the same
High construction on penatentiary bars
They main focus is blacks with fancy cars
And they beat us on high interest loans
Repossess our property cause we don't think to own

[Chorus (4x):]
This ghetto live got us hustlin' and scufflin'
I said penatentiary chances keep us thuggin' and muggin'

[Bun-B:]
Now I was known for walking on the wrong side of the tracks
Slanging, smoking and drinking yack, reminiscing and thinking back
A lot of facts have been changed we take the innocent and guilty
I played the cards that they dealed me
Went through changes that dealed me
Into a better man but most often I'm misunderstood
Call me a gangsta 'cause I relay consciousness from the hood
But alot of good comes from what you call negativity
We working with no leverage or incentive g
'Cause their nothing you ever give to me
On television or them history books
Got black kids thinking they only out on this earth to be crooks
See all these mystery looks, that's on the face of the boss man
When he can see a young black brother no longer lost man
They try to break your spirit, before you figure out the game
By the time you do you lost your fame, reputation and your name
But baby we can do it take your time do it right
You don't wanna be a superstar overnight
Trying to live that ghetto life

[Chorus (4x):]

[Pimp C:]
I live my life for my son so he can have something
Blessed just to see a new day so I'm trying to grab something
I been on top of the world and at the bottom too
When you up you got lots of friends and when you down it's few
The way we grew up was wrong, I'm the first to admit
I know God and just drop me here to be going through this
I lost D-Ray last year and it's just not the same
Just at the time in his life when he was trying to change
He told me, Pimp I need help, I want up out the game
I made a promise, I lied cause the next night he died
I guess our childhood is over 'cause man ain't nothing funny
And everythign that I love revolve around sex and money
I wanna have some more kids but in the 90's that's crazy
The woman's polluted so it ain't safe to make babies
And it's a shame cause Uncle Sam ain't got no job to pay me
But pay the mightiest 40 g's for every year they enslave me
It's crazy

[Chorus (Repeat 'til Fades)]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Love"
(feat. Mia X, Mo B. Dick)

"Ghetto Love"
(feat. Mia X, Mo B. Dick)



[Chorus (2x):]
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

[Master P:]
I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady
Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy
But thugs need love and if you real girl save me
Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
And I could feel your lips through your letters
You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever
Now I'm out girl and we balling
Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries
Rolex watches and bracelets
Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places
Now we be hooked like drugs
But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love

And I hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And I hope you know what you got

[Mia X:]
My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him
Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times
Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind
You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
I can't see being in love without you
Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
That's why them other broads know we gone be
I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love
Before the fame the big names and the money
I was at the bus stop with you honey
That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt
If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya
I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug

[Chorus (5x)]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Model"
(feat. Theresa Esclovon)

"Ghetto Model"
(feat. Theresa Esclovon)



[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Hook - 2x]
Face like a model, body like a dancer
Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her

[Master P]
Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners
Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda
Rolita, Lolita
Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya
Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper
And if you single girl, I'd like to date ya
Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami
Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami
Get a grip mami, you're the shit mami
Take you to Joe's, put some'ing on your wrist mami

[Hook - 4x]

[Theresa Esclovon]
I love, your whole thugged out side
That all, just drives me wild
Makes me, wanna be with you
Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Master P]
Soldier boys where y'all at, soldier girls where y'all at
Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance
Then the girl, wanna freak me
Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me
She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man
In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band
Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas
But I ain't tripping, cause I'm really starting to feel her
Man this night, it can get like drill
I'm in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller

[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Hook - 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Prayer"
(feat. Magic)

"Ghetto Prayer"
(feat. Magic)



[Master P prays in the background]
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven

[spoken over prayer]
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary (Hail Mary)
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary..
Hail Mary..
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail Mary..

[singing part comes in + Hail Mary spoken over]
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..

(UNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH)

[Master P]
Did I live my life as a killer, did I grow up with the thugs?
See I coulda been a doctor, instead I sold drugs
My best partner was bloated, probably live if he wasn't loaded
I got so many questions Lord, that's why I told it
That ida like mosquita, don't wanna be the beaver
But on judgement day, I know I wanna see ya
Momma pray for you baby [echoes]
See this ghetto got me crazy [echoes]
Lord help me don't slay me [echoes]
I'm just tryin to feed my babies [echoes]
In the world where it's phony, where your enemies be your homies
And Lord, won't ya be there when the Devil run up on me

[singing part comes in + Hail Mary spoken over]
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..

[Magic]
Where do we go from here
Cause I want to see ? without a ounce of fear
Hopin that my time ain't near
Wishin that I'd NEVER seen my momma shed a tear
I've done so much wrong in my life, at night
I sleep with my eyes open, hopin
that the Reaper pass me by, I'm tryin to change
But my life's deranged
Jackin my own color for they rangs and change
Forgive me I was tryin to be a MAN
with this pistol in my hand
but took a forty-four, slug in my back
just to make me understand (my Lord)
So can I still be an angel?
Or on judgement day, will you treat me like a stranger?

[singing part comes in + Hail Mary spoken over]
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..

[singing part]
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..
Now I lay me down to sleep..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to keep..
and if I die before I wake..
I pray the Lord.. my soul to take..

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Won't Change"

"Ghetto Won't Change"


-Some say you can change the ghetto
-But you can't
-I mean you can't change the people in there
if they don't want to change

Imagine this, imagine that
Everything you want in life, you will never get
From the ghetto cause its crazy
Most niggas want rose ?? but they get daisies
Imagine this, little kids with no shoes on
And every homeless person I see
I'm willing to take them home
But I can't cause my life is pure misery
Every dollar i make, ten go back to Hillary
And Bill, I guess life is real
But I know deep inside I was dealt a bad deal
And life ain't fair
I don't care
Even though I know one day
I'll probably be leaving out of here
But life has no meaning
We was born dreaming
But I was born scheming
Imagine this, David Duke as our President
Imagine ?Nuey Gambles? as his best friend
And Robert Dole would be his best man
But ya'll steady lookin at us for cocaine
I don't own a plane, I don't own a boat
I don't ship no fuckin dope, from coast to coast
Most niggas either locked up or in chains
Black on black crime fool
You know the ghetto will never change

[Chorus:]
But I'll keep holding on
(But the ghetto won't change)
I'll keep holding on
(These little kids ain't got a chance)
I'll keep holding on
(This world ain't the same)
I'll keep holding on
(That's why the ghetto won't change)

Imagine life without no rain
Imagine everybody that you know has the same name
And we all would be in sin
Imagine bout you, killing your best friend
That's how it is in the ghetto G
Nobody care about you, her, him or me
But they quick to point the finger
But what if the shoe or the ring was on the other finger
And the ghetto was good
And the neighborhoods like the suburbs wasn't all good
That's where the dope would be at
And the people in the ghetto would live fat
But it ain't all good like that
Cause the ghetto is crazy
I mean the people live like rats
Taking from they brothers, they sisters, they cousins
And niggas would kill they own mother
Behind some rock cocaine
But this is some shit that I don't understand
Them bullets ain't got no names, so you better duck
For you be (blew) ridin in that black truck
And when you take that long ride
Leaving the ghetto trying to get that piece of pie
Trying to hustle, trying to make a come up
But in the end you will get done up

[Chorus:]

 

[fox69]

"Ghost"
(feat. Romeo)

"Ghost"
(feat. Romeo)



[Chorus]
160 when I ride by
Haters looking at me, through they side eye
Cause I be doing the most
Riding in the ghost
You fucking with the master
You fucking with the master
You fucking with the master
In that white ghost, I call that bitch Casper

[Master P]
Street niggaz, I'm your antidote
Fuck bad bitches, eat a lot of cantaloup
Uh, country boy with my Ray-Bans
Tell a motherfucker in my ear, it go bang mayn
From the hood, but a nigga made a lot of money
Moved to California, cause the shit hella-sunny
Couple of chubby rappers, even some snow bunnies
But a nigga like me, keep it one hunnid
Fuck a 401K, I got a mill plan
R.I.P. to all them niggaz, that I know got killed man
I'm on the block 45, and I keep it cocked
I'm a outlaw, nigga call me 2Pac
I'm a pharmacist, work in my tube socks
I got two chains, and I got two glocks
Rasta' man, deliver and I smoke weed
All my bad bitches, get em from overseas
75 million sold, I ain't done yet
Came back to the game, ask em where the blunt at
Any moment, they ain't wanna front that
Call a nigga Michael J., shit it's a come back
In that white bitch, call that bitch Casper
White folks see me, and they call a nigga master
I got a lot of paper, and I made a lot of change
But it's alright motherfucker, I'd never change the Gift

[Chorus]

[Romeo]
You now fucking with the master's son
Hip-Hop royalty, ask what's up
Boy touch me, it's a massacre
I got your baby mama screaming, I got asthma
Put the ghost on a yacht, to take it overseas
Hundred M's in a swisha, to a hundred ki's
To keep it real, I ain't gotta work again nigga
That's why I come on these rap tracks, occasionally
At the age of 10, I made more money to purchase
And I'm probably somewhere in Haiti, with honeys and super models
Haters I can't describe em, who give a fuck about em
My whip two tone, kinda like my po' homes
Panorama sunroof, just to feel cool
Massages in the back, just to feel different
I'm in South Paris, with my French girl
Her homegirl, like ask for the whip girl I'm so New Orleans man

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"God Forgive Us"
(feat. The Game & Nipsey Hussle)

"God Forgive Us"
(feat. The Game & Nipsey Hussle)



[Intro: Master P]
God forgive us for cause we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The Gift, all my real niggas out there
No Limit forever, man
I told you it ain't over, I made these niggas
I'm back to get what's mine
This my life ughh
This my life, nigga
No Limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfather of this shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Master P]
A little skinny nigga, call me underdog
Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars
It's funny how the rock will change a nigga's life
Went to sleeping on floors to mansions fuckin' overnight
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes
A hundred Gs to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped
But these niggas will kill you, life is just one trap
Keep my pistol cocked homie, I don't fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars
Put my trust in god, and I love haters
Cause every time they talk, nigga I get paper
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in
[?] called this shit last year, man this shit funny
Real niggas will turn bitch over a little money
I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey
Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk shit
He said kitchen dro' it

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishas to this real shit
Still prayin' for the patience not to kill shit
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit

[Verse 2: Game]
It's the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you
Tie you and your bitch up, then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I'm fuckin' you
Gangsta, hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin' too
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove 'raris, parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes
Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold nigga like this, B
These are the memoirs of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscious stream Four Loko
Ice-T in them bricks, I been fuckin' with CoCo
11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that bitch-life in a chokehold
It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
Mastering them Ps since 12, it's time to kill shit

[Hook]

[Outro: Master P]
Uh huh
Keep the credits rollin' nigga
This my movie, I'm the director
I told y'all niggas
Y'all have woke up the motherfuckin' sleeping giant

 

[fox69]

"Going Through Somethangs"
(feat. Big Ed, Mr. Serv-On)

"Going Through Somethangs"
(feat. Big Ed, Mr. Serv-On)



[Chorus: Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.

[Verse 1: Master P]
I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette
and these G's on the streets, enemies,
they'll take your life for a hundred C's
I mean a hundred dollars or less
the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest
and now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy
Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby
Never had a chance when I was 5
nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride
Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen
pull the clip off a 30 round magazine
Taught me how to deal with a triple beam
and ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends
I got the game in the bag that's so big
nigga see my nuts it's like two figs
swoll to the fullest,
in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets
and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),
cuz niggas that you know (bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest.

[Chorus: Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs

[Verse 2: Big Ed]
I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it clean
back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean
Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess
for enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction
I'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson.
Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers
Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck.
I holds my own like I'm pissin'
beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen
They tryed to set me up, why did they push me?
Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy
rap me up between the sheets
nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat.
I shot the hoe who set me up
I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut
I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though
cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope

[Chorus: Master P]
I'm going thorugh some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs

[Mr. Serv-On]
So if it seem, point the beam
Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream
Lean my body if they could,
and wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would
Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest
but if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass
I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me?
She know these streets got me crazy
I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change,
to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game
My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein.
Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go?
and if I do, someone please close my eyes
when I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor
That's why I never trust a bitch
cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip
Ready to knock ya head off for that paper
always down for a caper,
Mr. S-E-R-V
I'm going through some thangs, lord help me

[Chorus: Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs

[Master P talks]
Going through somethangs, ya heard me?
I done made it out the ghetto
and every nigga that I know, that still there
Think I owe them somthing
and every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me
or wanted to be, wanna be just like me
They think I owe them something
Every bitch I stopped fucking with,
thank I owe them something
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car
Nigga can't even walk though the streets
without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some
I got mine, and you can get yours
Motherfuckers in my family,
they think a nigga just got boo-coo money,
just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker
that don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker
Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya own
Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore
without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood
you must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads
But I'm bigger than that nigga
I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga