Master P

[fox69]

"R.I.P Tupac"

"R.I.P Tupac"


Follow me!
I see death around the corner

[Master P]
Ya thought it was over
But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die
One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese niggas on this earth is the demons
God call my dough, It's time to move on
You a rider, jump in the Pimp caddy
get you're cruise on
God got you now, no more penitentiary
You'se a soldier, nigga you made history
Hoes moaning, no more pain
Took my dogs to another place another gang
It's still westside, till we die
Niggas roll, reminisce and getting high
Thug nigga, no more tears, moma shared
No more pain in the muthaphukkin' new year
Cause you're in heaven with the other G's
We scream, Makaveli to our enemies
You're like a ghost, to the niggas in the Eastcoast
Makaveli number one in every recordstore
You live life to the fullest, then you die
You taught niggas never run, just ride
Killaz, that's what you hanged with
Gangstaz, that's what you banged with
You felt dead around the corner, but you came out
Real niggas don't change, that's what's you'se about
You taught niggas to take pain, deal main
That's why Tupac, nigga scream your name
Tatooed up with t-shirt
When you die you say ashes and no dirt
See, you'se a legend in your own time
Ghetto means in every gangsta rhyme
Cause your, real to the fullest
If you had a trigga, nigga you pull it
R.I.P to my thug niggas, see you in the prose
Rough from Master P, MUCH LOVE NIGGA!

Westside niggas feel this
Eastside niggas feel this
Southside niggas feel this
Me and West niggas feel this
Thug niggas wont ya feel this
Tupac was the realest
...I see death around the corner...

 

[fox69]

"Real Love"
(feat. Sera-Lynn)

"Real Love"
(feat. Sera-Lynn)



[Chorus: Sera-Lynn]
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real!
I like the way you feel - keep it real!
I like the way ya do me baby - keep it real!
I like the way you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel...

[Master P]
Get you in the bubble with the top down, girl drop down
Got it home, ain't gon' stop now
Early in the mornin, squeezy show me
Straight to the temple, like to Mormons
Ten karats, strawberries, what about, a horse with carriage?
Champagne, do the damn thang
I thought I told ya, this soldier off the chain

[Chorus: Sera-Lynn]

[Master P after each line in Chorus]
Holla when ya need me...
Two-way me when ya wanna see me...
Holla when ya need me...
Two-way me when ya wanna see me...

[Master P]
I thought I told ya, I'm a soldier
3rd Ward die-hard, girl pull it over
To the backseat, to the Lex Jeep
Like Missy said, "make it go beep beep"
No Limit to slang thang bang gang
To my thang thang, you may do the same thang
Say ya miss me, then kiss me
Love me, hug me, ain't no quickies

[Sera-Lynn (sung)]
Flashback, who's that dancin to the latest
No Limit is the greatest, are ya sure, please let it be
That's what I said, though ya didn't know yet
Holla if ya with me, I'm the best (?)
So don't ya have no doubt, I'm gonna spell it out
I need a thug to keep it real
I got the best of both, I dance from coast to coast
and I don't wanna bump but I love you for real

[Chorus: Sera-Lynn w/ P's lines after pauses]

[Master P]
I like the way ya feel, two time to undress you
Better than your sweet leather keys with ya nephew
See you gotcha "Gameface" ready for ya main place
Real platinum ice, knew it since the first date
Girl you a diz-ime, rollin with the fiz-ine
Jumped on the (?) saddle, still get mines
Like I'm pretty sexy, exotic cute toes
Hit the corner, black six Bentley on the road
A lover not a fighter, goin for the tighter
Ain't Ludacris, but I'm "an all-nighter"
Round up the crew, hit up the chickens
Put on ya boots and get wit it in the kitchen, ya heard me?

[Chorus: Sera-Lynn w/ P's lines after pauses]

[Sera-Lynn (whining)]
I'm talk-ing, real love
I'm talking real love to you
I'm talk-ing, real love
I'm talking real love to you

[Chorus: Sera-Lynn w/ P's lines after pauses]

 

[fox69]

"Represent"
(feat. Silkk)

"Represent"
(feat. Silkk)



[Master P talking]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)

[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up

say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up
say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

[Master P]
I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller
Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999
So holla at me, whody, he's the one who b's
Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo
I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes (Get Low)
And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all
I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all
Grab it - than take me to the booth
tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout

[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up

[Master P]
So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready
Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy
Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good
Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods
I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk
Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk
I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew
They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten
But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen
Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block
Nigga, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya
I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas
I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas
And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed
He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds

[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up

[Silkk]
Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap
Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that
I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya
They label me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I will be
And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me
For real, P - Fo real we
Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep
Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep
Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act
I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat
I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap
(Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that
Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players
(...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours
You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters
I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later
Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit
Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it
So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off
Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you"
And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started

[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up

 

[fox69]

"Respect My Game"

"Respect My Game"


[Intro]
No matter what you do my nigga
It’s not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafuckas that always gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothafucka they gon’ bite you
But you know what, if you’re really are real
And you respect the game, niggas gon’ respect you
But if you’re fake, niggas gon’ play you like a bitch

[Chorus 3x]
This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg
It’s for them girls in the game wanna break it off

[Verse One]
Most niggas wanna pitch in hight
I’m so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feel like I just did it big
Nigga ten years later I still got these kids
Most niggas aint keeping it real
Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals
Jump off the (porch) and slang that rock
Represent the south then made that pop
And y’all niggas aint rememberin’ me
Then, y’all niggas must not be from the streets
‘Cause my shit been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothafuckin’ east
I got real gangstas ready to ride, I got real killas to ready to die
All my gangstas throw your hands up high
And y’all fake niggas run and hide
Ya heard me

[Chorus 3x]

[Verse Two]
From the job to the Ville
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
Sittin’ ready for the (?)
The new no limit got the block on high
And every thug in the hood screaming “We all we got”
Niggas wasn’t (movement) when we made it
How you not gon’ respect, (we coming for it that’s how u gon’ play it?)
I talked to Soud how to flip them thangs
And took a nigga from the west and put y’all up on game
And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name
(?) ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted I’m still thugin’
Straight from the hood they still love it
And you boys aint got to give me props
But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me
The new no limit man we can’t be stopped
We brought the dirty from the bottom to the mothafuckin’ top

[Chorus 3x]

 

[fox69]

"Return of Da Don"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

"Return of Da Don"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)



[Silkk does his impersonation of Al Pacino's "Scarface"]
It's oahkay mayn! Yeh it's oahkay (it's oahkay mayn)
They don't wanna see you retire mayn (uh-ahh)
Why dey wanna fuck witchu? Why do they wanna fuck witchu?
We don't bother nobody (nobody mayn)
We don't bother nobody (nobody) unless somebody bother us
They wanna bring it now? (They wanna bring it?)
We can bring it dere mayn (We can do this mayn!)
So fuckin big (so big) so fuckin big

[Master P]
Run Forrest! Ha HAHHH!
I'm right behind you nigga so you can't hide
You done FUCKED UP now!
Shay hello to my little friend! [four rapid fire shots]

[Silkk, punctuated by gunshots]
YO hah YO hah YO hah
Yo..
Look what y'all made me do nigga, we just tryin to live
Crossed the family one time, and we ain't tryin to forgive
We ain't nuttin but some thug niggaz that's, trapped in crime
And how we end our beef? We click clack them nines
I was taught at the beginning [two shots] taught to win it
[two shots] DON'T FUCK WIT ME MAYN!
[rapid fire] I got a short temper
Niggaz spreadin rumors tappin our phones make a nigga, wanna do bad
? get money stashed, ? on his ass
Foreign cars with at least a hundred on dash
(You thought you'd be paid right?) But not this rich
Thought about a, 4 or 5, then a brother betta, cop me a 6
Now find me in the studio somewhere, droppin hits
Overlookin the product somewhere, choppin bricks
We makin the hood, or we gon' TAKE IT TO THE HOOD
Yeah we gangsters difference between us and y'all
WE MAKE IT LOOK GOOD
TAKE E'RYTHING DEEP [two shots] go all out [two shots]
{*rapid fire*} Said E'RYTHING - y'all know what we about

[Master P]
If you a soldier, then raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
But if you a soldier, then raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
Now if you a soldier, raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags
But if you a soldier, raise your rags
But if you a hater, you better hide your flags

I told y'all the ghetto was a trap, but y'all fools didn't listen
I mean you like to cut class that's why you always missin
Are you broke, are you old, are you rich, are you cold
Are you mad at me cause yo' shit didn't go gold?
Take a slug to the dome nigga [two shots] boo-yaa boo-yaa [two shots]
{*rapid fire*} Cause I squeeze the fuckin trigger, ha hahh!
Now I'm back for revenge nigga, fuck your friends
I got automatic weapons that'll, do you in
Fuck with SILKK, then you fuckin with P
But if you FUCK WITH MY MONEY, then you fuckin with me
See it's real out in the streets and y'all niggaz be fakin
We all about the cheddar y'all bout grits and bacon
I'm bout gettin paid for life, y'all bout livin trife
And that Benz that you lovin, I had it the other night
Ya heard me? {*two shots*} Hoody Hooooo! Two mo' nigga! [two shots]
[rapid fire]

 

[fox69]

"Reverse The Game"

"Reverse The Game"


[1:] Man, what you got to work with? You ain't got no silence around?
[2:] I don't need no fucking silence, when I see this nigga I'm gonna knock hisfucking socks off.
[1:] As soon as the nigga come through the door, bro, we go'n kill this nigga.
[2:] Man, be quiet, be quiet, I hear him, he comin'. [*click*]
[1:] Man, you cut the lights off?
[2:] Fuck no, man, who turned the fucking lights off?
[1:] Fuck, I thought you turned the lights off.
[2:] Fuck no, bro.
[3:] Na, nigga, I cut the mothafuckin' lights off. [*Bang* *Bang*]

 

[fox69]

"Rich And Dangerous (T.R.U.)"

"Rich And Dangerous (T.R.U.)"


What's this, about 40 g's we got right here (Yeah about 40 g's)

[Verse 1]
My millions made I'm rich, caps explodin' like a hang grenade
Ready to get paid, one in the chamber for the nigga fade
Master P don't take no bullshit nigga
Don't make me squeeze this motherfuckin' trigger
Cause the life I live ain't no fuckin' joke
Cause if I think ya wanna do me motherfucker ya ass is smoked
Low key to high baller and shot caller
The po-po's a threat probably won't see tomorrow
Cause I'm a murder haven't ya heard of a crook
Knowledge aided, affiliated with the law books
They wanna put me in jail, I post bail
They wanna lock me up and keep me in a concrete cell
The big money deals, I make to keep a cash profit
Catch ya slippin' my nine I cock it
187 motherfucker for danglers
Lifestyles of the rich and dangerous

[Hook]
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
Rich and dangerous, they can't hang with us

[Verse 2]
Master P is like a low down, dirty killer
So many times on the grind motherfuckers try to feel ya
Check the Rolex, live back in the projects, Calliope
Bitch ya talk shit there, they might shoot ya ho
AM, PM now in the BM, guard my chest
Pick up a bulletproof vest
Pimpin' ain't easy, bitches ridin' a dick
Causin' chaos in homes and all that fuckin' material shit
Niggas slangin' and gangin' and bangin' to get a percentage
Ya come up short ya losin' teeth I hope ya paid ya dentist
I don't play that ho shit
Give up ya cash or ya tore up bitch
I'm Master P the gangsta jacker, bitch smacker
Talk shit ho, I bet cha' I got cha'
And you know the law can't hang with us
Lifestyles of the rich and dangerous

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Richtown"
(feat. The Real Untouchables)

"Richtown"
(feat. The Real Untouchables)



[Chorus: with Master P talking in background]
(A tick tock ya don't stop)
Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don't stop) town
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) town
(A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah

[Verse 1]
Well it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
Master P got away cleaner than Cascade
And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid
Whether it's Southside, Northern Park, Chetterburgh
Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat
Ya get jacked for ya jewels, don't be that fool
Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin'
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Police jack my pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed with
Down in the village still sellin' hella dank
Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
Chevys and trucks roll with so much bass
And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)

[Chorus]

R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]

[Verse 2]
Richmond, California some call it the dope spot
The place where the pushers roll
And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll
Dope fiends quick
But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked police
Ya see the Rich ain't no joke
4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto
Suckers get sent
It's the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Richtown, so many broads to get with
But if ya game's lame, ya get cha' tights split
I ain't braggin' cause my pants will keep saggin'
Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin'
Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Boulevard, see a cutie
So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick
So I mashed the gas cause I don't pay for the bitch
Doin' about 80 on 23rd (What cha' see)
OMG and some Mexicans on the curb
So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store
No ID but the Arab let me go
Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be servin'
There go the cops man, just my luck [Sirens] (Yo P what cha' do]
I shook em' up
Hit the corner just to ditch the law
Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ride"

"Ride"


Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
Only the real can feel me (only the real)

Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
Still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it [3X]

Stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
But picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
A house on the lake and one on the hill
Imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
If the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
This bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
Niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
If a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
Tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed

[Chorus (2X)]

I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
And all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars
They couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac
My little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
This ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
Protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
The ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
Nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
So pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke

[Chorus (3X)]

Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take
We takin' a hundred of them
We gonna make some motherfuckin' statements too now
But you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together
And we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
To multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
If all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
Then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
Changed his whole motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit
So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' media
That want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
The media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records
No Limit motherfuckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
Take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
Livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherfucking last dizon
Now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west
To the east to the motherfuckin' north let's ride niggas
Real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
That's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I
Just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
You protect you and yours

 

[fox69]

"Ride 4 You"
(feat. Afficial)

"Ride 4 You"
(feat. Afficial)



Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side

[Master P]
Til death do us part we gon thug to the end
See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
We all family so you know that I care
And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there

[Chorus]
I'll ride for you boy (My nigga)
See I'll die for you boy (My nigga)
Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga)
And let em fly for you boy (My nigga)

[Master P]
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us loadin em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
Man we see em we drop em
That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs
T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some love
And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us
I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us
I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats
Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats
Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life
Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night
And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer
Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer
They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it
But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it
My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home
I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long?
They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace
Ad me and Silkk won't be the same til she murder free

[Chorus x2]

[Afficial]
Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten
This is more than a song, niggaz is still plottin
I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour
Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store
My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank
My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank
You see my team and we spit it the hardest
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now
I got real niggaz ridin wit me
And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me

[Chorus x2]

New No Limit Only (My nigga [x8])