Master P

[fox69]

"Golds In They Mouth"
(feat. C-Murder)

"Golds In They Mouth"
(feat. C-Murder)



[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys will take you out

[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new fucking keys to the block

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
J.D. and Outkast showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said, "Miami." (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood
That bulls off the leash when we up to no good
It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled teamed

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

[C-Murder]
Down South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the fuck up before I split yo sh....

[Chorus 2X: Master P]

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up (ha ha)

This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west.
I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)

 

[fox69]

"Goodbye To My Homies"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Sons of Funk, Silkk The Shocker)

"Goodbye To My Homies"
(feat. Mo B. Dick, Sons of Funk, Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P]
RIP homie, RIP

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
How do I say goodbye to what we had
The good times that made us that outweighed the bad
I thought we'd get to see forever
But forever's gone away
It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

[Master P]
Yall need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga

So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall
Now I'm left with nothing but old cards
And a bunch of pictures on the wall
RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real
But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed
And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave
And I remember when you first got high
And the first time you got laid
And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do
I never imagined living life without a nigga like you

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

[Master P]
We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy
And every sunday grandma go to church
She said she gotta pray for her baby
And ah, your little son, he look just like you
And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through
And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the money but that don't mean shit
Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again
And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain
Keep your head up, and this for everybody
That lost a relative in the street game

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]

[Silkk The Shocker]
Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you
I just sit here wonderin why
But the law of life, and god placed us here
And said everybody must die
Aint it hard trying to move on, but still I try
Even though we got money, judgement day
Just some things we can't buy
Even though you gone, I never let you move on
Cause every time i think about you
I sit back and write your name in a song
Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt
It's kinda spooky when I see your face on a t-shirt
I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better
And watch it, cause death or funerals bring our family together
Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father
Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them
You'll never know when they'll be here tommorow

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hands Of A Dead Man"

"Hands Of A Dead Man"


[Verse 1]
As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on my way to CYA
And from CYA to the Pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying

Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name

[Verse 2]
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though I know I'm living fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the fucker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man

[Chorus x4]
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man

 

[fox69]

"Heaven For A Gangsta"
(feat. The Game)

"Heaven For A Gangsta"
(feat. The Game)



[Verse 1: Master P]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta?
My nigga dead, he didn't make the team, could've been the next ML King
Young niggas rolling with them triple beams, coming from the 'lean
But why a nigga spilling dreams, little homies dying over Twitter beefs
Black president, nigga shit concealed P
It's a dirty game when you got cash, bitches don't holler when a nigga on the dash
[?]
I really know them muthafuckas wanted me
And now the worlds got a Chief Keef, he's just a lil nigga tryin' eat
I remember bitch, 99'
It's the 21st century, I'm still getting mine
Lil niggas pay attention and all my real niggas know that I miss em'

[Hook: x4]
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Verse 2: Game]
Let my niggas see out
Hotbox the 7 'till the smoke start to seep out
Got on chains like a slave in the deep south
Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route
Had to take the street route, niggas know what we 'bout
Hard to snitch when the Glock knock your fucking teeth out
And I just voted for Obama nigga, but I'll still shoot you in front your momma, nigga
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce on the devil's food, strike him at your hell
Skipped that [?] just to take that scale
My favorite shrimp would drive a Maybach, I tipped that whale
Fish jelly in a Phantom with a chick that's pale
White America's nightmare; a rich black male
Used to work at Footlocker, had to use my brothers piss
I got the job but he got hit with the fifth

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Here We Go"
(feat. Fiend, Mystikal)

"Here We Go"
(feat. Fiend, Mystikal)



[Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)]

Here we go, Here we go, Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast

[Verse One: Master P]

I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man, a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes, 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Mystikal]

Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three: Fiend]

I could end the world with one line
but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you should find that my mind is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had

[Chorus till fade]

[Master P talking]
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin east (to the east)
To the world (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world high
bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, bout it bout it

 

[fox69]

"Hit Em Up"
(feat. Tru (Silkk, C-Murder), Mercedez)

"Hit Em Up"
(feat. Tru (Silkk, C-Murder), Mercedez)



I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

[Chorus: Mercedez]

You need to get, your life together
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
South money and hustlin, don't last forever
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Some say that G's make the world go round
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall
On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up
down South with the task all on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the stash box
Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches
No longer, livin in condos
It's mansions and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, tailor made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof
Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain't livin right
Me give it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
I gots, nuthin to lose, I'm on the run like The Fugitive
My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to live
Me and P ridin dirty, in the Yukon
Bout to get caught in due time, different place every state a new crime
Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go round
from out between the knocks I lets em in
Can't lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I kill goin for the cash
Dude, I gotta do it for the stash
Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, P, we goin in half
A nigga sex money and greed, costs of livin lavish
Hey I'ma get ya for what you got
If you ain't got it, act like you don't have it
I grab my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can't lose
Man, look, you know Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool
So I'm a be gon away like a breeze
Run through like, all type of trees
I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can't lose

[Master P]
I got nuthin to lose
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes

[Chorus]

[Mercedez]
We're in it deep, and we're in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
In other words, there ain't no stoppin No Limit
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Master P, Mercedez, T-R-U
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
After them, dead presidents, cause we have nuthin to lose
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[C-Murder]
Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa)
I ain't walk around with that fool (Why, what happened to that youngsta?)
Man but Will had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You know what I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people)
I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no)
Some kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you know what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa, now)
I ain't got nuthin to lose (Huh, bro?)
Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I'm sayin?
(Oh, gots to have that there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in other words
I ain't got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)

 

[fox69]

"Hoe Games"
(feat. C-Murder, King George, Silkk The Shocker)

"Hoe Games"
(feat. C-Murder, King George, Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P]
Hoe Games, Hoe Games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

[Master P]
It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners
Niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits I got ya
Buster you know I cant trust ya
If you was a bitch you know I cant trust ya
Suckers tried to play the P like a fuckin clucker
When im the dopeman go ask your brother
Ask st. charles hot to be bald
Suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls
Gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo
Bitches didnt wanna ride when the P was in the pinto
Now I got a Lexus, took a trip to Texas
The P done went big time and fools wanna wreck this
Its all legit, No Limit makes the hits
But suckers wanna talk shit why, because im rich

[Chorus]
Players hate to see a player make a mil man
If you ask me that aint nothin but some hoe games

Hoe Games, Hoe Games
Suckers with no game
Hate to see a young g stack a mil man

[Silkk]
Niggaz play hoe and get fucked
If hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up
Fool kinda mad cause I puts in work
I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk
Now niggaz wanna play games
Bitch im quick to get em up fuck rap and fame
Still that g silkk riding on them thangs
Roll up a swish park my shit then hang
Nigga im always strapped, hoe I never skinny dip
And for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip
Hate to see me clock a grip
Hate to see me get rich
Hate to see me pull a hoe
Hate to see me pull this bitch
Player haters need to keep them games in the arcade
If I put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played
A g to a g I mean a g to a hoe
And you can come up to me in the 94'
And get some more game and throw away the hoe shit
And leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch

[Chorus]

[King George]
Niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes
Smile in my face up frony mout clothes
Now its time to stop ya, here for the drappers
911 only hoes got ya
Prepare for the battle, you get streched out
I wont let it rest til its wire in your mouth
You know who you are I wont say no
Names in vain cease with hoe games

[Chorus]

[C-Murder]
Now im trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit
I see more and more niggaz get they wig plit
I got cash but i aint got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass
And move to another city brown nose bitches stay the
Fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass
To the record store jealous motherfuckers
Running they mouth getting they nuts off
I cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff
Take this advice before you talk behind my back
Cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Holding Back The Years"
(feat. Cymphonique)

"Holding Back The Years"
(feat. Cymphonique)



[Chorus: Cymphonique]
Holding back, the years
Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long
When somebody, hears this
Listen to the feeling, that's gone

[Master P]
Ugh, turned ten G's to a million bucks
Started from nothing, yeah then I came up
Grandma gone, but I'm still trying to hold on
Pockets full of big faces, baby get your roll on
And ain't nobody gon' help you, when you broke nigga
Kanye West through the wire, with a coke nigga
And it's easy for me, to make a mess dog
See these haters they be rolling, with they vest on
I put my trust in God, I ain't got no friends
And bitches say they really love you, when you got ends
But see me, I be rolling like the polo man
I be solo, cause niggaz quick to take the stand
They say P you help the kids, but you hang with thugs
Just be happy, that a nigga ain't selling drugs
Uh, cause ain't nobody here perfect
When one of us make it, come back cause we worth it

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Ugh, from the hood to the trap house
Only way to make it scrap, with thus rap out
My lil' brother doing time, cause the FEDs want him
Everyday halloween, cause them youngsters got the mask on em
I use my gift, call it music
Murdered this game, like a uzi
And bounce back, from the good through the bad times
But I ain't tripping, did it better then the last time
And all my homies, locked up and incarcerated
Hold your head V-Glass, that one made it
Man I come from the streets, to the bubble
From the projects to the mansions, with Louis covers
Riding cars, with convertible doors
Money bags, and convertible floors
House filled, with butlers and maids
And this reality, I remember dreaming this in the 8th grade

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Homie Ride"
(feat. C-Murder, Gambino Family, Silkk the Shoc)

"Homie Ride"
(feat. C-Murder, Gambino Family, Silkk the Shoc)



[Chorus--Master P x4]

I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry

[Master P]

Uggggh
Made money from cane, but times done change
I done change my life, but still trapped in the game
A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey
Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall
The game wont change me, but these streets made me
Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me
Uggggh

[Chorus--Master P x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]

Now look
I got killas surroundin' me, but I don't know who gon' bust
Niggas aim fo' themselves, so I don't know who tah trust
Friend or foe, enemies or hoe
I don't know who tah dust
Bitches tell me it ain't even, so I don't know who tah fuck
Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh)
Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers
Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed
But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin' meal
Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough
Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows
Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin' me
At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh)

[Chorus--Master P x2]

[C-Murder]

Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?
Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for my homies in the cemetery
I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes
Tah bustin' at fools with nickle plated fo' fo's
Huh, cuz Im'a ride for my tank dawgz
So put yah name on the wall, cuz I'm comin' tah get all y'all
No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul
Cuz fo' sho' they gon' feel it (Uggggh)

[Chorus--Master P x2]

[The Gambino Family--Verse 1]

I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo' me?
Nigga I wonder will they'll kill or die with me
I'm just a ghetto child tryna get rich
My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch

[The Gambino Family--Verse 2]

Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip
Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch
With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich
And if I die, fuck the cryin' and this funeral shit
My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit
Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked
Homicides, hennesey, it's the life that we lead
And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin' with me
Muthafuckas (Uggggh)

[Chorus--Master P x4]

Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin' tears nigga
When we gone, nigga smile
Some real niggas done moved on
And y'all niggas thats left, it's time tah muthafuckin' ride
Haha

 

[fox69]

"Homies and Thuggs"

"Homies and Thuggs"


[Verse 1:]

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makes music for the streets
cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
he came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas

[chorus x6]

This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

[verse 2]

'Face, picture us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
True to the ghetto that's my life
you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C in a suit and tie
but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

[Chorus x6]

[Verse 3:]

What do you get from boosting?
niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't
find me
My shit will drop and I'll sell five million
while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder
them all?
My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain
niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga
niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded
them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah
I party all night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways
'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
keep this shit rough and raw my 45
Make sure that I survive to another day
to bust rhymes which from I get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside

[chorus x8]