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The Shocker Album
by  Silkk The Shocker


Silkk The Shocker - The Shocker Lyrics



  1. Murder
  2. I Aint Takin No Shorts
  3. I Represent
  4. The Shocker
  5. No Limit Party
  6. Free Loaders
  7. 1 Morning
  8. How We Mobb
  9. Aint Nothing
  10. Ghetto Tears
  11. Mr.
  12. Its Time To Ride
  13. If My 9 Could Talk
  14. Got Em Fiendin
  15. My Car
  16. Ghetto 211
  17. Why My Homie
  18. It Ain't My Fault
  19. It Ain't My Fault 2
  20. Just Be Straight With Me

Murder


(feat. Big Ed, Master P)
+
Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
+
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
+
Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower
+
(my muthaf*ckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
+
[Chorus x2:]
+
Murder, murder, murder, murder
+
187, cause I don't give a f*ck
+
[Silkk]
+
Well, it's time to ride, slide
+
them niggaz that f*cked up, they lucked up
+
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
+
I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
+
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
+
Cause we be bout drama, no f*ck that, we bout killin
+
Drama, f*ck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
+
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
+
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
+
That's a f*ckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga
+
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
+
You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame
+
F*ck the name, I can't have shit in this f*ckin game
+
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
+
I'm a f*ck you nigga
+
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
+
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
+
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now
+
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
+
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
+
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
+
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Master P]
+
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane
+
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
+
Hustla, balla, Mr. f*ckin Do-a-reporter
+
Don't give a f*ck about a bitch or a balla
+
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
+
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
+
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
+
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
+
3rd Ward villian, I'm in the killin
+
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
+
Ice cream slangin,
+
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
+
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
+
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
+
Independent, and black owned
+
But still got more money than Al Capone
+
Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
+
A murder, a hustla, f*ck it, a drug deala
+
But if they shoot, did up with police
+
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
+
And call me Mr. Paul
+
Cause I be smokin muthaf*ckas like Steven Seagal
+
Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy
+
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Big Ed]
+
Niggaz, they want to start some stack
+
but if they stack then let it be started
+
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed
+
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it
+
When I pop ya with this heart rock
+
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
+
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
+
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
+
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
+
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
+
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
+
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
+
A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
+
You wants to f*ck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased
+
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
+
TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
+
It might be your ho we tossin
+
Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
+
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
+
[Chorus x2]
+
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthaf*ckin streets.
+
No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker.
+
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
+
(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
+
to the East Coast (to the West Coast)
+
to motherf*ckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
+
to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthaf*ckin Miami (D.C.) to
+
Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) f*ckin
+
Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
+
Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)
+
To all y'all muthaf*ckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real
+
niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
+
Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha.
+
But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
+
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherf*ckin 187
+
(a 187)
+
Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!)
+
Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
+
cause the sreets is real. Believe that.
+
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(feat. Big Ed, Master P)
+
Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
+
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
+
Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower
+
(my muthaf*ckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
+
[Chorus x2:]
+
Murder, murder, murder, murder
+
187, cause I don't give a f*ck
+
[Silkk]
+
Well, it's time to ride, slide
+
them niggaz that f*cked up, they lucked up
+
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
+
I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
+
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
+
Cause we be bout drama, no f*ck that, we bout killin
+
Drama, f*ck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
+
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
+
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
+
That's a f*ckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga
+
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
+
You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame
+
F*ck the name, I can't have shit in this f*ckin game
+
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
+
I'm a f*ck you nigga
+
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
+
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
+
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now
+
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
+
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
+
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
+
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Master P]
+
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane
+
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
+
Hustla, balla, Mr. f*ckin Do-a-reporter
+
Don't give a f*ck about a bitch or a balla
+
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
+
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
+
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
+
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
+
3rd Ward villian, I'm in the killin
+
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
+
Ice cream slangin,
+
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
+
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
+
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
+
Independent, and black owned
+
But still got more money than Al Capone
+
Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
+
A murder, a hustla, f*ck it, a drug deala
+
But if they shoot, did up with police
+
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
+
And call me Mr. Paul
+
Cause I be smokin muthaf*ckas like Steven Seagal
+
Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy
+
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Big Ed]
+
Niggaz, they want to start some stack
+
but if they stack then let it be started
+
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed
+
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it
+
When I pop ya with this heart rock
+
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
+
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
+
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
+
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
+
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
+
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
+
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
+
A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
+
You wants to f*ck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased
+
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
+
TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
+
It might be your ho we tossin
+
Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
+
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
+
[Chorus x2]
+
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthaf*ckin streets.
+
No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker.
+
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
+
(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
+
to the East Coast (to the West Coast)
+
to motherf*ckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
+
to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthaf*ckin Miami (D.C.) to
+
Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) f*ckin
+
Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
+
Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)
+
To all y'all muthaf*ckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real
+
niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
+
Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha.
+
But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
+
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherf*ckin 187
+
(a 187)
+
Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!)
+
Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
+
cause the sreets is real. Believe that.
+
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Writer: KEN JORDAN, SCOTT KIRKLAND, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Aint Takin No Shorts


[Master P--Talking]
+
Told y'all
+
Y'all should of never let No Limit in this muthaf*cka
+
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
+
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
+
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, f*ck ya)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
+
From West to the South, back to ya house
+
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
+
Nigga, I'm on bitches, qucikly
+
Niggas can't stick me they tries but they dies
+
They'll f*ck around, I ain't lyin, f*ck wit me, you out yo' mind
+
I'll slap you wit my right hand and I'm still writin wit it
+
Hands quicker than lightnin but f*ck fightin
+
Bread, ice is why I'm slicin cake
+
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
+
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
+
[Master P:] (Where dat at?) Bitch that's it New Orleans
+
Face like an 8th Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
+
But while I'm here, a deaf person won't f*ck wit me if they don't know
+
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
+
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
+
How da f*ck y'all gon' fade me?
+
How da f*ck y'all gon' play me?
+
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
+
Who try to f*ckin play me
+
Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't
+
Thats money in the bank, how da f*ck y'all gon' stop a Tank
+
[Chorus:]
+
I ain't takin no shorts
+
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
+
Bitch I'm still the man
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I say hustler, f*ck these busters
+
Who da f*ck gon' stop me? None of y'all
+
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y'all
+
Cuz y'all some tricks
+
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
+
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
+
Y'all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
+
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
+
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
+
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
+
Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
+
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
+
Mr. I gives a f*ck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
+
Birds, you haven't heard?
+
I'm from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
+
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
+
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
+
I might man, hit 'em all night man
+
Cuz I'm all night long gone off that f*ckin night train
+
No doubts, I'm in the house, outs the back when the police hit
+
No doubt they can't catch me, I'm out this bitch
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk]
+
I'm the man
+
I'm the man
+
I'm the man (Who's the man?)
+
I'm the man!
+
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English

[Master P--Talking]
+
Told y'all
+
Y'all should of never let No Limit in this muthaf*cka
+
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
+
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
+
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, f*ck ya)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
+
From West to the South, back to ya house
+
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
+
Nigga, I'm on bitches, qucikly
+
Niggas can't stick me they tries but they dies
+
They'll f*ck around, I ain't lyin, f*ck wit me, you out yo' mind
+
I'll slap you wit my right hand and I'm still writin wit it
+
Hands quicker than lightnin but f*ck fightin
+
Bread, ice is why I'm slicin cake
+
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
+
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
+
[Master P:] (Where dat at?) Bitch that's it New Orleans
+
Face like an 8th Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
+
But while I'm here, a deaf person won't f*ck wit me if they don't know
+
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
+
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
+
How da f*ck y'all gon' fade me?
+
How da f*ck y'all gon' play me?
+
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
+
Who try to f*ckin play me
+
Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't
+
Thats money in the bank, how da f*ck y'all gon' stop a Tank
+
[Chorus:]
+
I ain't takin no shorts
+
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
+
Bitch I'm still the man
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I say hustler, f*ck these busters
+
Who da f*ck gon' stop me? None of y'all
+
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y'all
+
Cuz y'all some tricks
+
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
+
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
+
Y'all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
+
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
+
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
+
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
+
Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
+
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
+
Mr. I gives a f*ck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
+
Birds, you haven't heard?
+
I'm from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
+
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
+
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
+
I might man, hit 'em all night man
+
Cuz I'm all night long gone off that f*ckin night train
+
No doubts, I'm in the house, outs the back when the police hit
+
No doubt they can't catch me, I'm out this bitch
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk]
+
I'm the man
+
I'm the man
+
I'm the man (Who's the man?)
+
I'm the man!
+
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Writer: Ken Franklin, King Miller Vyshonn, Percy Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




I Represent


[Silkk: Whispering]
+
Wassup
+
Its time, bitch
+
Where you from?
+
I represent
+
Casket ridin bitch
+
F*ck off
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm from that land of the gun slangers
+
So I get up early in the morning
+
an exercise nothin but my gun finger, my one finger
+
I ain't no big ol' nigga but I still get paid
+
That's all I need is my trigger finger to squeeze the mack (Bloom!)
+
I'm layin niggas dead in the bushes
+
These niggas be comin up short I gives a f*ck
+
(What are they?) A bunch of rookies
+
Nigga, it's time to go, it's time to flow (It's time to ride)
+
Nigga I hit yo' block, it's time to go!
+
Nigga I'm from the land where niggas they shoot (Uptown!)
+
Niggas ain't all bout that talkin, we down to do shit
+
When it's time to ride best believe I'm gon' ride
+
An if you on the wrong side, it's on, down to die
+
[Chorus:]
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent (Where you from nigga?)
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent (Bout gettin mine)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm up early on the dope spot
+
3rd Ward nigga, I stay hard, nigga, I do shit (Watch yo' back)
+
Best believe nigga I stay hard
+
If I'm in that Bay, nigga its Rich-Town
+
If down South, nigga, the 3rd Ward
+
I'm best at bein a hustler, I'm all about my mail
+
Be on the block wit the crack rock, tryin to get most mail
+
Whole sale if I gots to, chopper close
+
cuz niggas be tryin to show stop us
+
But nigga I be some real niggas thats down to ride (TRU!)
+
A project full of niggas who down to die!
+
What the f*cks next? What the f*cks up?
+
I roll thru yo' block nigga, an post up
+
An stand up on yo' set, bitch
+
You step outta line, thats when the Teck's gon' hit ya (Bloom!)
+
Split yo' ass in half, like a tree
+
Chop you, an box you down, an smoke you like some bitch
+
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[Silkk: Whispering]
+
Wassup
+
Its time, bitch
+
Where you from?
+
I represent
+
Casket ridin bitch
+
F*ck off
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm from that land of the gun slangers
+
So I get up early in the morning
+
an exercise nothin but my gun finger, my one finger
+
I ain't no big ol' nigga but I still get paid
+
That's all I need is my trigger finger to squeeze the mack (Bloom!)
+
I'm layin niggas dead in the bushes
+
These niggas be comin up short I gives a f*ck
+
(What are they?) A bunch of rookies
+
Nigga, it's time to go, it's time to flow (It's time to ride)
+
Nigga I hit yo' block, it's time to go!
+
Nigga I'm from the land where niggas they shoot (Uptown!)
+
Niggas ain't all bout that talkin, we down to do shit
+
When it's time to ride best believe I'm gon' ride
+
An if you on the wrong side, it's on, down to die
+
[Chorus:]
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent (Where you from nigga?)
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent
+
I represent (Bout gettin mine)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I'm up early on the dope spot
+
3rd Ward nigga, I stay hard, nigga, I do shit (Watch yo' back)
+
Best believe nigga I stay hard
+
If I'm in that Bay, nigga its Rich-Town
+
If down South, nigga, the 3rd Ward
+
I'm best at bein a hustler, I'm all about my mail
+
Be on the block wit the crack rock, tryin to get most mail
+
Whole sale if I gots to, chopper close
+
cuz niggas be tryin to show stop us
+
But nigga I be some real niggas thats down to ride (TRU!)
+
A project full of niggas who down to die!
+
What the f*cks next? What the f*cks up?
+
I roll thru yo' block nigga, an post up
+
An stand up on yo' set, bitch
+
You step outta line, thats when the Teck's gon' hit ya (Bloom!)
+
Split yo' ass in half, like a tree
+
Chop you, an box you down, an smoke you like some bitch
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: CRAIG LAWSON, V MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




The Shocker


(feat. Master P)
+
[Silkk]
+
Wassup, wassup?
+
Straight up muthaf*ckin' gangsta (muthaf*ckin' gangsta)
+
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
+
Bitch Im'a killa for reala
+
that's no joke
+
slide nigga either fast or slow
+
I gotsta pop
+
nigga don't stop
+
cuz one of us gotsta go
+
muthaf*ckas be trippin'
+
I'm from these streets where the mission is to die
+
Preparin' like I was to die
+
Down South, West Coast niggas two sides
+
You bitches be tryna' fade me
+
But ain't nothin' promised
+
Yah can't play me
+
You best be quick for talkin' that shit
+
That Im'a gets that 380
+
I'm all up in yo' grill
+
Time tah chill
+
Pay my bills
+
Gotta stay real
+
Tru 2 da game
+
in fact
+
niggas gonna lay back, flat
+
cuz I ain't the nigga ta f*ck with
+
So you niggas need tah step the f*ck off
+
Before I leave ya'll niggas in a bag
+
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
+
Nigga back up, stacks up
+
When I blast I'm never gonna miss
+
Nigga hollow tips in yo' shit
+
Bitch wassup
+
nigga now
+
lay the f*ck down
+
what now it's my block
+
co' shop down
+
nigga top down
+
drop now
+
nigga what's now
+
where's the pop now
+
Wassup baby gotta play me
+
Grab the 380
+
nigga been shady
+
Even lately gotta watch his back
+
cuz he stacks
+
cuz them niggas be trippin' on gats where I'm at
+
Strapped with a infrared pump
+
I'm not Kris Kross but I make em jump
+
nigga front and turn
+
watch them bustas and they click run
+
[chorus x2]
+
Bitch I'm a killa
+
For real (The Shocker)
+
That's no joke
+
Strapped with a fo' fo'
+
ain't nothin changed since I done wen't solo (The Shocker)
+
1,2,3 you know Silkk a G
+
I know this dope game like I know my abc's
+
[Silkk]
+
Bitch I be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a cotex
+
Nigga cocked like I ain't had no sex
+
And I be on time like a rolex
+
You can put me in a room with 10 of the best of 'em
+
I'd be the man in yo' face
+
So f*ck the rest of them
+
I'm the best of 'em
+
Ya bitch be trippin' but ya'll nigga don't scare
+
[Big Ed]
+
Yo man Silkk these niggas ain't ready yet
+
[Silkk]
+
I know
+
that's why I'm giving them a chance
+
So they can prepare themselves
+
I be the man
+
Ya'll niggas be trippin'
+
And ya'll niggas be frontin' black
+
You think this the shit my nigga
+
Ya'll niggas ain't here nuttin' yet
+
Cuz look deep into the eyes of a niggas stuff
+
I gives a f*ck
+
Why I OUTTA!
+
F*ck You UP!
+
Nigga be hatin'
+
So proud that they dont wanna f*ckin' fight
+
Cuz I done f*cked his woman
+
and now all her girls have been f*ckin' light
+
[Master P]
+
what's yo' name homie? (SILKK)
+
What you came here to do? (SHOCK THE WORLD)
+
[Chorus x3]
+
[Master P]
+
It's time to flip a script
+
and turn a half into a million
+
and turn a hoe
+
into a zillion
+
my game be tight like the bulls
+
and after my shows there ain't NO LIMIT to the hoes I can pull
+
Girls be sweatin' me like Im'a bandana
+
My lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scanner
+
But I be tight like the Titanic
+
while ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
+
we on our way to the Grammys
+
3rd ward brothers that came up
+
Keep my name out yo' mouth
+
like Messy Marvin I'm gonna wipe you up
+
And yo' game better be tight
+
Cuz ain't no luv where I'm from from morning to night
+
Fools be bout it they be rowdy
+
Still puttin' money in the bank like Uncle Sam
+
And taxin' fools, dead
+
All ya'll suckas on the block are tryna stop me
+
Can't fade me
+
And me and Silkk be livin' large
+
Sippin' on mo wet but strapped with the plastic toys
+
Down South we be hustlin'
+
Settin' the line behind bustas that we ain't trustin
+
Ya'll better wake up and smell the aroma
+
Cuz we doin this from Down South to California
+
[chorus x4]
+
[Master P]
+
The Shocker, haha
+
Ain't nothin' change with No Limit
+
Straight up Ice Cream
+
We got some mo ice cream fo' ya'll
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Silkk]
+
Wassup, wassup?
+
Straight up muthaf*ckin' gangsta (muthaf*ckin' gangsta)
+
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
+
Bitch Im'a killa for reala
+
that's no joke
+
slide nigga either fast or slow
+
I gotsta pop
+
nigga don't stop
+
cuz one of us gotsta go
+
muthaf*ckas be trippin'
+
I'm from these streets where the mission is to die
+
Preparin' like I was to die
+
Down South, West Coast niggas two sides
+
You bitches be tryna' fade me
+
But ain't nothin' promised
+
Yah can't play me
+
You best be quick for talkin' that shit
+
That Im'a gets that 380
+
I'm all up in yo' grill
+
Time tah chill
+
Pay my bills
+
Gotta stay real
+
Tru 2 da game
+
in fact
+
niggas gonna lay back, flat
+
cuz I ain't the nigga ta f*ck with
+
So you niggas need tah step the f*ck off
+
Before I leave ya'll niggas in a bag
+
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
+
Nigga back up, stacks up
+
When I blast I'm never gonna miss
+
Nigga hollow tips in yo' shit
+
Bitch wassup
+
nigga now
+
lay the f*ck down
+
what now it's my block
+
co' shop down
+
nigga top down
+
drop now
+
nigga what's now
+
where's the pop now
+
Wassup baby gotta play me
+
Grab the 380
+
nigga been shady
+
Even lately gotta watch his back
+
cuz he stacks
+
cuz them niggas be trippin' on gats where I'm at
+
Strapped with a infrared pump
+
I'm not Kris Kross but I make em jump
+
nigga front and turn
+
watch them bustas and they click run
+
[chorus x2]
+
Bitch I'm a killa
+
For real (The Shocker)
+
That's no joke
+
Strapped with a fo' fo'
+
ain't nothin changed since I done wen't solo (The Shocker)
+
1,2,3 you know Silkk a G
+
I know this dope game like I know my abc's
+
[Silkk]
+
Bitch I be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a cotex
+
Nigga cocked like I ain't had no sex
+
And I be on time like a rolex
+
You can put me in a room with 10 of the best of 'em
+
I'd be the man in yo' face
+
So f*ck the rest of them
+
I'm the best of 'em
+
Ya bitch be trippin' but ya'll nigga don't scare
+
[Big Ed]
+
Yo man Silkk these niggas ain't ready yet
+
[Silkk]
+
I know
+
that's why I'm giving them a chance
+
So they can prepare themselves
+
I be the man
+
Ya'll niggas be trippin'
+
And ya'll niggas be frontin' black
+
You think this the shit my nigga
+
Ya'll niggas ain't here nuttin' yet
+
Cuz look deep into the eyes of a niggas stuff
+
I gives a f*ck
+
Why I OUTTA!
+
F*ck You UP!
+
Nigga be hatin'
+
So proud that they dont wanna f*ckin' fight
+
Cuz I done f*cked his woman
+
and now all her girls have been f*ckin' light
+
[Master P]
+
what's yo' name homie? (SILKK)
+
What you came here to do? (SHOCK THE WORLD)
+
[Chorus x3]
+
[Master P]
+
It's time to flip a script
+
and turn a half into a million
+
and turn a hoe
+
into a zillion
+
my game be tight like the bulls
+
and after my shows there ain't NO LIMIT to the hoes I can pull
+
Girls be sweatin' me like Im'a bandana
+
My lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scanner
+
But I be tight like the Titanic
+
while ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
+
we on our way to the Grammys
+
3rd ward brothers that came up
+
Keep my name out yo' mouth
+
like Messy Marvin I'm gonna wipe you up
+
And yo' game better be tight
+
Cuz ain't no luv where I'm from from morning to night
+
Fools be bout it they be rowdy
+
Still puttin' money in the bank like Uncle Sam
+
And taxin' fools, dead
+
All ya'll suckas on the block are tryna stop me
+
Can't fade me
+
And me and Silkk be livin' large
+
Sippin' on mo wet but strapped with the plastic toys
+
Down South we be hustlin'
+
Settin' the line behind bustas that we ain't trustin
+
Ya'll better wake up and smell the aroma
+
Cuz we doin this from Down South to California
+
[chorus x4]
+
[Master P]
+
The Shocker, haha
+
Ain't nothin' change with No Limit
+
Straight up Ice Cream
+
We got some mo ice cream fo' ya'll
+
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Writer: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, RAYMOND POOLE, VYSHONN KING MILLER, PERCY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




No Limit Party


(feat. Master P, Mia X)
+
Ungh! (let's get ready to rumble)
+
Where ya from? Where ya from? (ya heard me)
+
That 3rd Ward. Time to start this fight, you f*ckin right
+
Bitch, get off me, buckle up nigga!
+
[Chorus:]
+
Who run this bitch, we run this bitch
+
That bout it shit, we started this shit
+
Cause ain't no party like a No Limit party
+
I'm a No Limit Soldier for life
+
So f*ck ya'll bitches (f*ck y'all niggaz)
+
F*ck ya'll bitches (f*ck y'all niggaz)
+
Cause all hoes suck dick
+
(All niggaz lick lips)
+
[Mia X]
+
Nigga, I bet you gotta bitch on the side
+
But I gotta 9 on mine and it's about that time
+
That I spit the game like it's supposed to be spat
+
Cause niggaz ain't worth shit except for lickin cat
+
And fixin flats, after I done stuck yo shit
+
Cause I'm the wrong ghetto bitch to be f*ckin with
+
The roughest bitch, you wouldn't wanna bust them, bitch
+
If I'm the same ho that had your mama huffin, bitch
+
And puffin, bitch, and yes I'm known to suck some quick
+
Cause I done told you once before the ladies run this shit
+
We run this shit, ever since the last true lick
+
And yet ya punks still screamin all hoes suck dick
+
But f*ck that shit, cause niggaz love to suck them lips
+
And lick that clit, and pay yo bitch to lay yo bitch
+
To say they hit, ho stuntin ass tricks
+
Uh uh, sweatin tired sayin they quit
+
Is that it?
+
Now ain't that fake
+
No stars for your chest, I coulda had a V8
+
Mia X is known to take a nigga for his keys and Gs
+
Government and cum and then they extra fun
+
Cause all niggaz buy pussy, cry for pussy, lie for pussy
+
Live for pussy, steal for pussy
+
Rap for pussy, kill for pussy
+
Even though they try to stunt
+
They leave they folks stuck out behind a fat, hairy c*nt
+
Up front, when a nigga start to trip
+
Ha ha, laugh dead in they face cause they just talkin shit
+
(Do the ladies run this muthaf*cka, hell, yeah)
+
Do the niggaz run this muthaf*cka, hell, yeah
+
[Chorus]
+
Bitch get off me (bitch get off me)
+
Bitch get off me (bitch get off me)
+
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
+
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
+
[Silkk]
+
I'm so gangstafied, stay high till I die
+
Smoke for free, I reply not with me
+
Cause I get cheese,
+
Nothin comes free but this dick and gum
+
I be fresh up outta gum, cause I be to my last one
+
Ya'll niggaz got the game backwards,
+
Buyin dinner then f*ck
+
I f*cks first, and say f*ck dinner
+
Then I hits and cut
+
Because if you want to get paid, be a hooker
+
See this ho, run and borrowin nothin
+
But dope, money, and pussy
+
Now niggaz sell dope to make money to spend on hoes
+
But I, f*cks hoes, and make them hoes buy my clothes
+
? from head to toe, Converse on my feet
+
You call me young Spanish flyer
+
I took them hoes in heat
+
Now I'm a peep this game, as I see the game unfold
+
Now hoes be tryin to get for the money
+
The whole truck load, but f*ck hoes
+
Then I duck, cut, hit em then I slit em
+
I spit game to em, and then I bet you I'ma get em
+
I f*cks one hoe two hoe three hoe four
+
And if I get some condoms, I'ma f*ck some more
+
Now if you know Silkk, you know that I be plottin
+
Your girlfriend, she be down
+
I catch her on the rebound like I was robbin her
+
[Chorus]
+
So f*ck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
+
F*ck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
+
Ain't no party like a No Limit party
+
I'm a No Limit soldier for life
+
So buckle up, nigga, guard your grill, nigga
+
Here go the trigga, duck down, nigga (Blue!)
+
[Master P]
+
Bitch you bout, bout what, suckin dick?
+
I ain't gon tell ya partnas that you did me and my homey in
+
You bitches is crazy, tryin to have my baby
+
Sniffin on my riches, ho, suck some daisies
+
I'm spreadin rumors on you hoes like I'm in social clubs
+
What about me, you, yo sista in my bathtub
+
You lookin fine in yo DKNY
+
Versace on yo eyes, ? bags on yo side
+
Yo bitch don't get rolled, and yo earrings hang side to side
+
Yo rent no Lexus, damn, let's go take a ride
+
Cause if you was a part on a car you'd be a fender
+
Cause underneath all that expensive shit bitch you a pretender
+
If suckin dick was a crime, you'd get 25 to life
+
Oh , Miss Thang, I ain't mad at you for bein with somebody else
+
Why, see I'm from the south, I keep hoes in the chicken coop
+
I got bitches lined up in they birthday suit
+
You want me to cum in your pussy, I'm a cum in your throat
+
And if the rubber pop, then swallow ho
+
Cause all hoes suck dick
+
I ain't Too $hort, but f*ck you, bitch
+
[Chorus]
+
So f*ck you hoes (f*ck them niggaz)
+
F*ck you hoes (f*ck them niggaz)
+
Shake that ass, ho (trick that cash, ho)
+
Bounce that azz, bitch (break me off, bitch)
+
[Chorus]
+
So ride the dick, ho (grow a dick, bitch)
+
I say ride this dick, ho (eat this clit, bitch)
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from, where ya from
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from?
+
Get em up [if you from Down South]
+
Get em up, get em up, get em up
+
Get em up [if you from the west coast]
+
Get em up, get em up, get em up,
+
Get em up [if you from the east coast]
+
Get em up, boot it up, boot it up
+
Show the gold! [cause niggaz Down South ain't takin no shit]
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from?
+
When I say bitch, you say get off me
+
Bitch (get off me)
+
Bitch (get off me)
+
Bitch (get off me) bitch
+
Bitch (get off me) bitch
+
Do the niggaz run this muthaf*cka?
+
Hell, yeah
+
(Do the ladies run this muthaf*cka?)
+
(Hell, yeah)
+
Muthaf*ckin No Limit party, nigga (Ungh!) nigga
+
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(feat. Master P, Mia X)
+
Ungh! (let's get ready to rumble)
+
Where ya from? Where ya from? (ya heard me)
+
That 3rd Ward. Time to start this fight, you f*ckin right
+
Bitch, get off me, buckle up nigga!
+
[Chorus:]
+
Who run this bitch, we run this bitch
+
That bout it shit, we started this shit
+
Cause ain't no party like a No Limit party
+
I'm a No Limit Soldier for life
+
So f*ck ya'll bitches (f*ck y'all niggaz)
+
F*ck ya'll bitches (f*ck y'all niggaz)
+
Cause all hoes suck dick
+
(All niggaz lick lips)
+
[Mia X]
+
Nigga, I bet you gotta bitch on the side
+
But I gotta 9 on mine and it's about that time
+
That I spit the game like it's supposed to be spat
+
Cause niggaz ain't worth shit except for lickin cat
+
And fixin flats, after I done stuck yo shit
+
Cause I'm the wrong ghetto bitch to be f*ckin with
+
The roughest bitch, you wouldn't wanna bust them, bitch
+
If I'm the same ho that had your mama huffin, bitch
+
And puffin, bitch, and yes I'm known to suck some quick
+
Cause I done told you once before the ladies run this shit
+
We run this shit, ever since the last true lick
+
And yet ya punks still screamin all hoes suck dick
+
But f*ck that shit, cause niggaz love to suck them lips
+
And lick that clit, and pay yo bitch to lay yo bitch
+
To say they hit, ho stuntin ass tricks
+
Uh uh, sweatin tired sayin they quit
+
Is that it?
+
Now ain't that fake
+
No stars for your chest, I coulda had a V8
+
Mia X is known to take a nigga for his keys and Gs
+
Government and cum and then they extra fun
+
Cause all niggaz buy pussy, cry for pussy, lie for pussy
+
Live for pussy, steal for pussy
+
Rap for pussy, kill for pussy
+
Even though they try to stunt
+
They leave they folks stuck out behind a fat, hairy c*nt
+
Up front, when a nigga start to trip
+
Ha ha, laugh dead in they face cause they just talkin shit
+
(Do the ladies run this muthaf*cka, hell, yeah)
+
Do the niggaz run this muthaf*cka, hell, yeah
+
[Chorus]
+
Bitch get off me (bitch get off me)
+
Bitch get off me (bitch get off me)
+
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
+
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
+
[Silkk]
+
I'm so gangstafied, stay high till I die
+
Smoke for free, I reply not with me
+
Cause I get cheese,
+
Nothin comes free but this dick and gum
+
I be fresh up outta gum, cause I be to my last one
+
Ya'll niggaz got the game backwards,
+
Buyin dinner then f*ck
+
I f*cks first, and say f*ck dinner
+
Then I hits and cut
+
Because if you want to get paid, be a hooker
+
See this ho, run and borrowin nothin
+
But dope, money, and pussy
+
Now niggaz sell dope to make money to spend on hoes
+
But I, f*cks hoes, and make them hoes buy my clothes
+
? from head to toe, Converse on my feet
+
You call me young Spanish flyer
+
I took them hoes in heat
+
Now I'm a peep this game, as I see the game unfold
+
Now hoes be tryin to get for the money
+
The whole truck load, but f*ck hoes
+
Then I duck, cut, hit em then I slit em
+
I spit game to em, and then I bet you I'ma get em
+
I f*cks one hoe two hoe three hoe four
+
And if I get some condoms, I'ma f*ck some more
+
Now if you know Silkk, you know that I be plottin
+
Your girlfriend, she be down
+
I catch her on the rebound like I was robbin her
+
[Chorus]
+
So f*ck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
+
F*ck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
+
Ain't no party like a No Limit party
+
I'm a No Limit soldier for life
+
So buckle up, nigga, guard your grill, nigga
+
Here go the trigga, duck down, nigga (Blue!)
+
[Master P]
+
Bitch you bout, bout what, suckin dick?
+
I ain't gon tell ya partnas that you did me and my homey in
+
You bitches is crazy, tryin to have my baby
+
Sniffin on my riches, ho, suck some daisies
+
I'm spreadin rumors on you hoes like I'm in social clubs
+
What about me, you, yo sista in my bathtub
+
You lookin fine in yo DKNY
+
Versace on yo eyes, ? bags on yo side
+
Yo bitch don't get rolled, and yo earrings hang side to side
+
Yo rent no Lexus, damn, let's go take a ride
+
Cause if you was a part on a car you'd be a fender
+
Cause underneath all that expensive shit bitch you a pretender
+
If suckin dick was a crime, you'd get 25 to life
+
Oh , Miss Thang, I ain't mad at you for bein with somebody else
+
Why, see I'm from the south, I keep hoes in the chicken coop
+
I got bitches lined up in they birthday suit
+
You want me to cum in your pussy, I'm a cum in your throat
+
And if the rubber pop, then swallow ho
+
Cause all hoes suck dick
+
I ain't Too $hort, but f*ck you, bitch
+
[Chorus]
+
So f*ck you hoes (f*ck them niggaz)
+
F*ck you hoes (f*ck them niggaz)
+
Shake that ass, ho (trick that cash, ho)
+
Bounce that azz, bitch (break me off, bitch)
+
[Chorus]
+
So ride the dick, ho (grow a dick, bitch)
+
I say ride this dick, ho (eat this clit, bitch)
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from, where ya from
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from?
+
Get em up [if you from Down South]
+
Get em up, get em up, get em up
+
Get em up [if you from the west coast]
+
Get em up, get em up, get em up,
+
Get em up [if you from the east coast]
+
Get em up, boot it up, boot it up
+
Show the gold! [cause niggaz Down South ain't takin no shit]
+
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from?
+
When I say bitch, you say get off me
+
Bitch (get off me)
+
Bitch (get off me)
+
Bitch (get off me) bitch
+
Bitch (get off me) bitch
+
Do the niggaz run this muthaf*cka?
+
Hell, yeah
+
(Do the ladies run this muthaf*cka?)
+
(Hell, yeah)
+
Muthaf*ckin No Limit party, nigga (Ungh!) nigga
+
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Writer: KEVIN DUANE MCCORD, EDWARD KNIGHT, MCKINNLEY PHIPPS, DANIEL GARCIA, DAVID GARCIA, VYSHONN KING MILLER, PERCY MILLER, RAYMOND POOLE, SOULJA SLIM, GARY WILLIAMS, TRENITTY, LAWRENCE JOHNSON, REGINALD JOHNSON, MELACHIOR JOHNSON, EDWARD BELL, DAMIEN DIXON, TAYARI M. HERRERA, ERENEST ESPRADRON, AWOOD MAGIC JR. JOHNSON, CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group




Free Loaders


(feat. Master P)
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo free [x2]
+
[Silkk]
+
Well check this out, I slips on in
+
I dips on in, she be thinkin ride home
+
I be like holiday inn, because y'all can't ride for free
+
believe me, so just when you see me
+
It just ain't gone be that easy
+
Now you think you can ride free?
+
I pay fo the gas you don't give up the ass
+
nigga please, cause I be a hustla
+
Must I spell em all in abc's
+
Or do you get the picture don't make me hit cha
+
But I don't hits to run, I hits fo fun
+
Smash it like Daz,and they gets the guns
+
Cause I ain't no joke
+
They can ride fo' free I can't drive fo' free, please!
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo free
+
These hoes want daiquris, but daiquris aint free
+
These hoes won't smoke my weed, but weed don't come fo free....
+
[Silkk] Wassup...
+
[Girl] Nuthin much...
+
[Silkk] Seeya Later....
+
[Girl] Thats up to you....
+
[Silkk] Get in a bucket then...
+
[M. P.] Y'all hoes betta recognize, cindarella ass bitches!
+
[Silkk]
+
You be like, "What's yo name?" I be like, "What's mine?"
+
I could conversate but bitch right now I ain't got that much time
+
[Girl] Can you buy me a drink?
+
[Silkk] Yeah, I buy one...
+
[Girl] How about some cavaci on the rocks
+
[Silkk]
+
Nah, some gin and rum.
+
I want somthin you sip off, somthin you can sip off,
+
somthin when you sip off, clothes jus gonna slip off
+
You know how I runs that, I gives that, I do's that,
+
I did that, I done that
+
And that's how it's gon' continue to be...
+
Haaaaaa... none of you girls can ride fo free
+
Rides wit me no that's a damn shame...
+
That's how it is a damn shame, dollar up on my damn fame
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
+
They wanna go out and eat, but these hoes get Mickey D's
+
These hoes they wanna be seen, but they can't be seen with me
+
[Silkk]
+
You hoes better wake up and smell the coffee
+
You must have took a wrong turn because you lost me
+
And nuthin come fo free...
+
I'm a rider so between them thighs it be me
+
You gots to watch how who you take home
+
That's nice she look like Halle Berry
+
and today she look like Grace Jones
+
The first I didn't wanna...
+
on they plate but after that they want like lobster and steak
+
Now the club be the best place, they work be the worst place
+
Nine times outta ten I never been past the first date
+
Yeah see it's like this I'm mackin bad
+
If you wanna get taxi hoes, call up a cab
+
[Master P]
+
Yeah Bitch, jump in a muthf*ckin bucket
+
Cause you'll never ride in Benz
+
But I ain't mad at you
+
You know what I'm sayin cause you got a nigga gettin your hair done
+
gettin yo nails done
+
But me and my little brother Silkk
+
We gon' reverse the game on you bitches
+
You know what I'm sayin bitch
+
You can take me to the barber shop
+
you can put some muthaf*ckin gold around my fingers
+
You can put some muthaf*ckin gold around my neck
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
+
They wanna have sex with me
+
But girl my dick ain't free
+
And if you want this meat, it's goin fo' forty G's
+
[Master P]
+
Yeahhhh....Wassup Silkk
+
Nigga layin it down like a G
+
Mo B Dee...
+
And you know me Master P
+
I'm in the motherf*ckin hizouse
+
And motherf*ckers P stand fo' pimpin, playin, pushin
+
Whatever the f*ck you wanna call it
+
I'ma let y'all nigga know three thangs I'ma never gon' do...
+
I'm never gon' trust a bitch
+
I'm never gon' trust a hoe
+
I'm never gon' let pussy come between me and my partner
+
because motherf*ckin skirts is to be shared
+
Ya heard me, remember that playa
+
Never let a bitch get in the way of you and your money
+
But pussy... I can get pussy anytime, believe that
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo free [x2]
+
[Silkk]
+
Well check this out, I slips on in
+
I dips on in, she be thinkin ride home
+
I be like holiday inn, because y'all can't ride for free
+
believe me, so just when you see me
+
It just ain't gone be that easy
+
Now you think you can ride free?
+
I pay fo the gas you don't give up the ass
+
nigga please, cause I be a hustla
+
Must I spell em all in abc's
+
Or do you get the picture don't make me hit cha
+
But I don't hits to run, I hits fo fun
+
Smash it like Daz,and they gets the guns
+
Cause I ain't no joke
+
They can ride fo' free I can't drive fo' free, please!
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo free
+
These hoes want daiquris, but daiquris aint free
+
These hoes won't smoke my weed, but weed don't come fo free....
+
[Silkk] Wassup...
+
[Girl] Nuthin much...
+
[Silkk] Seeya Later....
+
[Girl] Thats up to you....
+
[Silkk] Get in a bucket then...
+
[M. P.] Y'all hoes betta recognize, cindarella ass bitches!
+
[Silkk]
+
You be like, "What's yo name?" I be like, "What's mine?"
+
I could conversate but bitch right now I ain't got that much time
+
[Girl] Can you buy me a drink?
+
[Silkk] Yeah, I buy one...
+
[Girl] How about some cavaci on the rocks
+
[Silkk]
+
Nah, some gin and rum.
+
I want somthin you sip off, somthin you can sip off,
+
somthin when you sip off, clothes jus gonna slip off
+
You know how I runs that, I gives that, I do's that,
+
I did that, I done that
+
And that's how it's gon' continue to be...
+
Haaaaaa... none of you girls can ride fo free
+
Rides wit me no that's a damn shame...
+
That's how it is a damn shame, dollar up on my damn fame
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
+
They wanna go out and eat, but these hoes get Mickey D's
+
These hoes they wanna be seen, but they can't be seen with me
+
[Silkk]
+
You hoes better wake up and smell the coffee
+
You must have took a wrong turn because you lost me
+
And nuthin come fo free...
+
I'm a rider so between them thighs it be me
+
You gots to watch how who you take home
+
That's nice she look like Halle Berry
+
and today she look like Grace Jones
+
The first I didn't wanna...
+
on they plate but after that they want like lobster and steak
+
Now the club be the best place, they work be the worst place
+
Nine times outta ten I never been past the first date
+
Yeah see it's like this I'm mackin bad
+
If you wanna get taxi hoes, call up a cab
+
[Master P]
+
Yeah Bitch, jump in a muthf*ckin bucket
+
Cause you'll never ride in Benz
+
But I ain't mad at you
+
You know what I'm sayin cause you got a nigga gettin your hair done
+
gettin yo nails done
+
But me and my little brother Silkk
+
We gon' reverse the game on you bitches
+
You know what I'm sayin bitch
+
You can take me to the barber shop
+
you can put some muthaf*ckin gold around my fingers
+
You can put some muthaf*ckin gold around my neck
+
[Chorus:]
+
Niggaz just don't know, that I'm taxin all these hoes
+
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
+
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
+
They wanna have sex with me
+
But girl my dick ain't free
+
And if you want this meat, it's goin fo' forty G's
+
[Master P]
+
Yeahhhh....Wassup Silkk
+
Nigga layin it down like a G
+
Mo B Dee...
+
And you know me Master P
+
I'm in the motherf*ckin hizouse
+
And motherf*ckers P stand fo' pimpin, playin, pushin
+
Whatever the f*ck you wanna call it
+
I'ma let y'all nigga know three thangs I'ma never gon' do...
+
I'm never gon' trust a bitch
+
I'm never gon' trust a hoe
+
I'm never gon' let pussy come between me and my partner
+
because motherf*ckin skirts is to be shared
+
Ya heard me, remember that playa
+
Never let a bitch get in the way of you and your money
+
But pussy... I can get pussy anytime, believe that
+
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Writer: CRAIG BAZILE, RAYMOND POOLE, VYSHONN KING MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




1 Morning


[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Woke up one morning, hang over from last night
+
I was drunk as f*ck plus I was throwin up,
+
an my eyes was like hella tite
+
Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack
+
I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door
+
An fo' i did I went back an grabbed my... strap
+
I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit
+
nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit
+
You got some yayo, give it here
+
I triple that shit for only fifty percent
+
See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store
+
Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y'all hittin fo'
+
Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man
+
It be like Charles Barkley
+
I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game
+
Man, it's cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty
+
Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I'ma have to toss him
+
See y'all be trippin but I don't be slippin
+
Pop a clip in when I'm blastin an best believe I don't be missin
+
It's that nigga - wassup, playa, niggas get f*cked
+
Playa haters get bucked, so wussup?
+
Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E
+
Yo the last letter be me, a straight G
+
I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that
+
Nigga, wassup, one-times'll try to check ya, I'm at that
+
Woke up this mornin, something didn't feel right
+
Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs
+
Musta been the girl I met at the club last night
+
I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what?
+
Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick
+
and I knew last night I musta f*cked
+
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[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Woke up one morning, hang over from last night
+
I was drunk as f*ck plus I was throwin up,
+
an my eyes was like hella tite
+
Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack
+
I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door
+
An fo' i did I went back an grabbed my... strap
+
I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit
+
nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit
+
You got some yayo, give it here
+
I triple that shit for only fifty percent
+
See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store
+
Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y'all hittin fo'
+
Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man
+
It be like Charles Barkley
+
I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game
+
Man, it's cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty
+
Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I'ma have to toss him
+
See y'all be trippin but I don't be slippin
+
Pop a clip in when I'm blastin an best believe I don't be missin
+
It's that nigga - wassup, playa, niggas get f*cked
+
Playa haters get bucked, so wussup?
+
Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E
+
Yo the last letter be me, a straight G
+
I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that
+
Nigga, wassup, one-times'll try to check ya, I'm at that
+
Woke up this mornin, something didn't feel right
+
Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs
+
Musta been the girl I met at the club last night
+
I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what?
+
Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick
+
and I knew last night I musta f*cked
+
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Writer: CRAIG BAZILE, RAYMOND POOLE, VYSHONN KING MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




How We Mobb


(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P: Talking]
+
Haha
+
Ungh! Once a-muthaf*ckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk
+
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
+
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
+
West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthaf*ckin hills
+
Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better f*ckin recognize
+
[Master P]
+
I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name
+
I'm in it for the money, f*ck these bitches an the fame
+
Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways,
+
like gold daytons rollin up the highway
+
On my way to the town to take some cizash,
+
an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
+
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
+
Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank
+
An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
+
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
+
It's a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day
+
hit me on the door knob
+
Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin,
+
got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
+
An y'all foo's can't stop the real deal,
+
an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill
+
Cuz No Limit in this to win this,
+
an got a million soldiers ready to handle business
+
[Chorus]
+
6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!)
+
but we'll kill if we have to
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre
+
Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today
+
cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play
+
Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa
+
Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
+
More mail than the post office,
+
these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee
+
Now stop, pause, take a look
+
East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut
+
Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up
+
I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get f*cked up
+
Number one on Billboard, bitch, y'all niggas still tryin to come up
+
Y'all niggas soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble
+
Yo' girlfriend outta line, I'ma catch her like Columbo
+
Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y'all niggas can't do me
+
(Boo-yah, bad man)
+
Y'all watch too many f*ckin movies
+
[Chorus]
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P: Talking]
+
Haha
+
Ungh! Once a-muthaf*ckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk
+
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
+
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
+
West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthaf*ckin hills
+
Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better f*ckin recognize
+
[Master P]
+
I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name
+
I'm in it for the money, f*ck these bitches an the fame
+
Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways,
+
like gold daytons rollin up the highway
+
On my way to the town to take some cizash,
+
an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
+
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
+
Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank
+
An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
+
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
+
It's a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day
+
hit me on the door knob
+
Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin,
+
got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
+
An y'all foo's can't stop the real deal,
+
an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill
+
Cuz No Limit in this to win this,
+
an got a million soldiers ready to handle business
+
[Chorus]
+
6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!)
+
but we'll kill if we have to
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre
+
Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today
+
cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play
+
Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa
+
Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
+
More mail than the post office,
+
these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee
+
Now stop, pause, take a look
+
East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut
+
Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up
+
I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get f*cked up
+
Number one on Billboard, bitch, y'all niggas still tryin to come up
+
Y'all niggas soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble
+
Yo' girlfriend outta line, I'ma catch her like Columbo
+
Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y'all niggas can't do me
+
(Boo-yah, bad man)
+
Y'all watch too many f*ckin movies
+
[Chorus]
+
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Writer: KEN FRANKLIN, PERCY MILLER, ZYSHONNE MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC




Aint Nothing


(feat. Mo B. Dick)
+
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
+
New Orleans hoes, Baton Rouge hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Oakland hoes, Frisco hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Chi-Town hoes, Mississippi hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Carolina hoes, Tennessee hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Another day, another show
+
Another state, another hoe
+
My fault, my homie, your girlfriend is walking
+
Man, uh, she should of been at stage up at my show
+
Man, yo' girl's a hoe, man
+
You need to get with the program
+
On a slow jam I be like knockin boots
+
But, um, raise up the skirt an I be kockin who?
+
Maybe it's your girlfriend, I can't really tell they all look the same
+
It be hoes comin in different, shapes, an sizes, what's her name?
+
I don't know, but um, maybe it's Brenda
+
It could of been Rochel, my homie told me that he hit her
+
Now a hoe comes a dime-a-dozen
+
It could be yo' baby mama, or it could be yo' baby mama's cousin
+
But it's just like I'm tryin to stay Tru
+
cuz a hoe is hoe an it might be yo' boo (True!)
+
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Once a hoe, always a hoe
+
All of a sudden she's a virgin, hell no
+
Fa sho I comes to town, on Greyhound, never that
+
First class all the way so I'm lookin for something to tap
+
Yo' girl friend is the closest I see, man it ain't coincidence
+
But um, I gots to like represent, put it down for my dead presidents
+
I be a hustler for life, I got yo' baby mama at the crib
+
I don't know wassup but I gots to give
+
what she wants she wants it from the back
+
She gon' hollar my name, not yo' name (Oh Silkk!)
+
It's all the same as yo' game
+
I plays her for whatever though (What about my ride?)
+
Never though (Please?), never hoe
+
See the relationships I'm in I only deal wit like one
+
I likes to f*cks an get up an plus they mad keep it much tighter
+
I mess their hair up, he gets they hair fixed
+
I drive the wheels, he pays the bills
+
Cuz all hoes suck dick (You ain't talkin to me), yeah
+
I'm talkin to you, bitch
+
Cuz all girls ain't bitches but all bitches is hoes grown
+
I don't know you cuz you got cha clothes on
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk--Talking]
+
West Side hoes, East Side hoes
+
All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean South Side hoes, North Side hoes
+
All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean them droopy ass hoes, them broke ass hoes
+
All them hoes aint nothin but hoes
+
I mean, I mean
+
I mean all them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean
+
Wassup, dawg
+
This ya boy Silkk, knaw'm sayin
+
Now look, peep this song out
+
I ain't sayin all girls are hoes but um, Ms. Tucker
+
or should I say Ms. Lawrence Tucker, check this out
+
They say hoes don't exist
+
You ain't been in my neighborhood
+
but um, all the real girls know, check this out
+
If they ain't hoes they gon' laugh at this song
+
An if you ain't laughin that's tellin you one thang
+
You a hoe, an if this song offends you, then what's that sayin?
+
You's a hoe, so, check ya self
+
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(feat. Mo B. Dick)
+
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
+
New Orleans hoes, Baton Rouge hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Oakland hoes, Frisco hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Chi-Town hoes, Mississippi hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
Carolina hoes, Tennessee hoes
+
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin but hoes
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Another day, another show
+
Another state, another hoe
+
My fault, my homie, your girlfriend is walking
+
Man, uh, she should of been at stage up at my show
+
Man, yo' girl's a hoe, man
+
You need to get with the program
+
On a slow jam I be like knockin boots
+
But, um, raise up the skirt an I be kockin who?
+
Maybe it's your girlfriend, I can't really tell they all look the same
+
It be hoes comin in different, shapes, an sizes, what's her name?
+
I don't know, but um, maybe it's Brenda
+
It could of been Rochel, my homie told me that he hit her
+
Now a hoe comes a dime-a-dozen
+
It could be yo' baby mama, or it could be yo' baby mama's cousin
+
But it's just like I'm tryin to stay Tru
+
cuz a hoe is hoe an it might be yo' boo (True!)
+
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Once a hoe, always a hoe
+
All of a sudden she's a virgin, hell no
+
Fa sho I comes to town, on Greyhound, never that
+
First class all the way so I'm lookin for something to tap
+
Yo' girl friend is the closest I see, man it ain't coincidence
+
But um, I gots to like represent, put it down for my dead presidents
+
I be a hustler for life, I got yo' baby mama at the crib
+
I don't know wassup but I gots to give
+
what she wants she wants it from the back
+
She gon' hollar my name, not yo' name (Oh Silkk!)
+
It's all the same as yo' game
+
I plays her for whatever though (What about my ride?)
+
Never though (Please?), never hoe
+
See the relationships I'm in I only deal wit like one
+
I likes to f*cks an get up an plus they mad keep it much tighter
+
I mess their hair up, he gets they hair fixed
+
I drive the wheels, he pays the bills
+
Cuz all hoes suck dick (You ain't talkin to me), yeah
+
I'm talkin to you, bitch
+
Cuz all girls ain't bitches but all bitches is hoes grown
+
I don't know you cuz you got cha clothes on
+
[Chorus]
+
[Silkk--Talking]
+
West Side hoes, East Side hoes
+
All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean South Side hoes, North Side hoes
+
All them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean them droopy ass hoes, them broke ass hoes
+
All them hoes aint nothin but hoes
+
I mean, I mean
+
I mean all them hoes ain't nothin but hoes
+
I mean
+
Wassup, dawg
+
This ya boy Silkk, knaw'm sayin
+
Now look, peep this song out
+
I ain't sayin all girls are hoes but um, Ms. Tucker
+
or should I say Ms. Lawrence Tucker, check this out
+
They say hoes don't exist
+
You ain't been in my neighborhood
+
but um, all the real girls know, check this out
+
If they ain't hoes they gon' laugh at this song
+
An if you ain't laughin that's tellin you one thang
+
You a hoe, an if this song offends you, then what's that sayin?
+
You's a hoe, so, check ya self
+
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Writer: RAYMOND POOLE, VYSHONN KING MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




Ghetto Tears


Dear God can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
(We trying to keep it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Life is hard and I see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
+
In the ghetto)
+
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
+
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
+
I ain't never knew wrong from right
+
Growing up off my life, thinking Adidas had 4 stripes
+
So my uncle tried to warn us
+
Told us not to do drugs, but yesterday I saw him on it
+
See in my hood it ain't no love
+
Age 13, seen my auntie o.d. on drugs
+
The neighborhood hoe only 15 and everybody wants to bang her
+
Found her dead, gave herself and abortion with a clothes hanger
+
I seen on of my neighbors try everything but couldn't make it
+
Came home one day killed his whole family
+
I guess he couldn't take it
+
I give back, even if it ain't nothing big
+
Look at my grandma, terminal disease only got months to live
+
They tell us we ain't gonna be nothin
+
Gave my homie 25 years
+
I shed tears for all my peers
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
The ghetto's like a headache, one big ol migrane
+
Tryin to stay high till I die
+
Tryin to like hide the pain
+
My homey mama died and didn't know it
+
When she died he committed suicide
+
My homie jumped up off the sixth floor
+
Maybe it's too late for me
+
Since I'm still here, I'm kinda glad to be
+
Been in and out of jail since I was 12
+
Life been hectic since mama had me
+
I have to ask myself the simple question why
+
It's so hard to live but yet so easy to die
+
With this simple question Lord can you help me
+
Just tryin to live large and wealthy
+
From these card that you dealt me
+
I used to ask ???, but now they ask me
+
Life passed em up, I wonder will life pass me
+
Cause it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
+
For all the dirt that I did
+
I don't think I'll find where heaven is
+
I wonder why they won't panic and try to ban it
+
Probably cause they scared of it
+
I just don't understand it
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
How could you carry a kid for 9 months black
+
She had a baby boy
+
But while she she was pregnant she was smoking crack
+
How could you rape and abouse your kids
+
How could you committ incest and say you love your kids
+
They ain't ask to be here, they ain't ask to see here
+
Slipped here by 15 minutes of pleasure
+
That's why they can't see clear
+
From the cradle to the grave
+
Or from the cemetery to the penatentary
+
Life is so hard now bet ya leave it
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
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English

Dear God can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
(We trying to keep it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Life is hard and I see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
+
In the ghetto)
+
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
+
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
+
I ain't never knew wrong from right
+
Growing up off my life, thinking Adidas had 4 stripes
+
So my uncle tried to warn us
+
Told us not to do drugs, but yesterday I saw him on it
+
See in my hood it ain't no love
+
Age 13, seen my auntie o.d. on drugs
+
The neighborhood hoe only 15 and everybody wants to bang her
+
Found her dead, gave herself and abortion with a clothes hanger
+
I seen on of my neighbors try everything but couldn't make it
+
Came home one day killed his whole family
+
I guess he couldn't take it
+
I give back, even if it ain't nothing big
+
Look at my grandma, terminal disease only got months to live
+
They tell us we ain't gonna be nothin
+
Gave my homie 25 years
+
I shed tears for all my peers
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
The ghetto's like a headache, one big ol migrane
+
Tryin to stay high till I die
+
Tryin to like hide the pain
+
My homey mama died and didn't know it
+
When she died he committed suicide
+
My homie jumped up off the sixth floor
+
Maybe it's too late for me
+
Since I'm still here, I'm kinda glad to be
+
Been in and out of jail since I was 12
+
Life been hectic since mama had me
+
I have to ask myself the simple question why
+
It's so hard to live but yet so easy to die
+
With this simple question Lord can you help me
+
Just tryin to live large and wealthy
+
From these card that you dealt me
+
I used to ask ???, but now they ask me
+
Life passed em up, I wonder will life pass me
+
Cause it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
+
For all the dirt that I did
+
I don't think I'll find where heaven is
+
I wonder why they won't panic and try to ban it
+
Probably cause they scared of it
+
I just don't understand it
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
How could you carry a kid for 9 months black
+
She had a baby boy
+
But while she she was pregnant she was smoking crack
+
How could you rape and abouse your kids
+
How could you committ incest and say you love your kids
+
They ain't ask to be here, they ain't ask to see here
+
Slipped here by 15 minutes of pleasure
+
That's why they can't see clear
+
From the cradle to the grave
+
Or from the cemetery to the penatentary
+
Life is so hard now bet ya leave it
+
Dear god can ya save me
+
If you can't save me, save our babies
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
You ain't supposed to question God but I'm asking why
+
So many ghetto tears my people cry
+
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
+
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
+
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Mr.


(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
Mother f*cking M - R - period
+
MR. Master P
+
MR. No Limit Records
+
Cause we selling shit out the walls
+
My nigga Silkk
+
Ya'll gonna call him
+
MR. Silkk the Shocker
+
After this mother f*cking shit
+
Ya'll better believe that
+
MR.
+
Mother f*cking M - R - period
+
Don't call that nigga shit
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Check this out
+
[Master P]
+
Yah heard me?
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
MR. lady-hitter
+
MR. hit the momma and the baby sister
+
MR. creep to the house while you out and hit the baby-sitter
+
WHAT?
+
You don't wanna mess with me
+
MR. like jaw-shaker
+
MR. always been bad
+
MR. always wanna tag
+
MR. like umm law-breaker
+
MR. sneak on up
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like rob a nigga
+
MR. No Limit affiliated
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like mob figure
+
MR. like trigger happy
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like gun powder
+
MR. I don't love them hoes
+
MR. I be finished in like 1 hour
+
MR. always wear a condom
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like Latex
+
Never go bare
+
I don't care
+
MR. call me like safe sex
+
MR. Silkk
+
Or should I say
+
MR. I'ma shock the world
+
If you can't find your old lady
+
MR. I got your girl
+
MR. Versache wear
+
MR. I got you there
+
MR. infared
+
Where ever the dot go
+
MR. I'm gonna pop you there
+
MR., MR., MR. who I be
+
If you can't call me MR.
+
DON'T CALL ME!
+
[Chorus x3]
+
MR.
+
Call me what the f*ck you want
+
MR.
+
As long as you got MR. in front
+
See I be quick with them hands
+
So you can call me
+
MR. handy man
+
My brother
+
MR. ice cream
+
You can call me
+
MR. candy man
+
MR. money maker
+
MR. honey taker
+
MR. funeral director
+
Turn a nigga off
+
MR. under taker
+
MR. i got em cheap
+
So you can call me
+
MR. wholesale
+
MR. its the for sure sale
+
Got girls from California like Oakdale
+
You might see me here
+
You might see me there
+
But I be in like two places
+
I be mugging
+
I be smiling
+
MR. like two faces
+
I got a house thats white
+
And D.C. ain't my resident
+
It's like I run the whole world
+
So I don't know why you call
+
MR. president
+
MR. like cocaine
+
MR. key but never dope
+
MR. if I had a drugstore be a pharmacist on the block
+
MR. dopeman
+
MR. like glock hood
+
If i was army
+
MR. tops off
+
To my block
+
MR. black hole
+
MR. if you ain't got my money
+
MR. shop closed
+
[Chorus x3]
+
Bitch I ain't no boy man
+
I don't play with toys man
+
Unless you wanna count this AP 9 sitting up in my draws man
+
Take a pause man
+
Bitch I'm all man
+
How you know that shit nigga?
+
Ask your girl
+
Last night I was up in them draws man
+
MR. like tough that
+
MR. like rough neck
+
MR. break head boards fool
+
MR. like rough sex
+
MR. like 2 for 20
+
MR. like St. Ides downer
+
If your sac ain't fat fool
+
MR. i'm gonna straight up clown ya
+
MR. Lexus
+
MR. diamond ring and necklace
+
MR. hoopties and wreckless
+
MR. like Bone
+
Bigger than Texas
+
Never no MR. peace keeper
+
Move like the MR. grimreaper
+
When I come looking for you
+
MR. heat seeker
+
And when I find you
+
MR. street sweeper
+
What?
+
And when you see me
+
You best not be tripping
+
You bet it be Silkk
+
Or you best call me like MR.
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
MR., MR., MR. Ha ha ha [repeat until fade]
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
Mother f*cking M - R - period
+
MR. Master P
+
MR. No Limit Records
+
Cause we selling shit out the walls
+
My nigga Silkk
+
Ya'll gonna call him
+
MR. Silkk the Shocker
+
After this mother f*cking shit
+
Ya'll better believe that
+
MR.
+
Mother f*cking M - R - period
+
Don't call that nigga shit
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Check this out
+
[Master P]
+
Yah heard me?
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
MR. lady-hitter
+
MR. hit the momma and the baby sister
+
MR. creep to the house while you out and hit the baby-sitter
+
WHAT?
+
You don't wanna mess with me
+
MR. like jaw-shaker
+
MR. always been bad
+
MR. always wanna tag
+
MR. like umm law-breaker
+
MR. sneak on up
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like rob a nigga
+
MR. No Limit affiliated
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like mob figure
+
MR. like trigger happy
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like gun powder
+
MR. I don't love them hoes
+
MR. I be finished in like 1 hour
+
MR. always wear a condom
+
Or should I say
+
MR. like Latex
+
Never go bare
+
I don't care
+
MR. call me like safe sex
+
MR. Silkk
+
Or should I say
+
MR. I'ma shock the world
+
If you can't find your old lady
+
MR. I got your girl
+
MR. Versache wear
+
MR. I got you there
+
MR. infared
+
Where ever the dot go
+
MR. I'm gonna pop you there
+
MR., MR., MR. who I be
+
If you can't call me MR.
+
DON'T CALL ME!
+
[Chorus x3]
+
MR.
+
Call me what the f*ck you want
+
MR.
+
As long as you got MR. in front
+
See I be quick with them hands
+
So you can call me
+
MR. handy man
+
My brother
+
MR. ice cream
+
You can call me
+
MR. candy man
+
MR. money maker
+
MR. honey taker
+
MR. funeral director
+
Turn a nigga off
+
MR. under taker
+
MR. i got em cheap
+
So you can call me
+
MR. wholesale
+
MR. its the for sure sale
+
Got girls from California like Oakdale
+
You might see me here
+
You might see me there
+
But I be in like two places
+
I be mugging
+
I be smiling
+
MR. like two faces
+
I got a house thats white
+
And D.C. ain't my resident
+
It's like I run the whole world
+
So I don't know why you call
+
MR. president
+
MR. like cocaine
+
MR. key but never dope
+
MR. if I had a drugstore be a pharmacist on the block
+
MR. dopeman
+
MR. like glock hood
+
If i was army
+
MR. tops off
+
To my block
+
MR. black hole
+
MR. if you ain't got my money
+
MR. shop closed
+
[Chorus x3]
+
Bitch I ain't no boy man
+
I don't play with toys man
+
Unless you wanna count this AP 9 sitting up in my draws man
+
Take a pause man
+
Bitch I'm all man
+
How you know that shit nigga?
+
Ask your girl
+
Last night I was up in them draws man
+
MR. like tough that
+
MR. like rough neck
+
MR. break head boards fool
+
MR. like rough sex
+
MR. like 2 for 20
+
MR. like St. Ides downer
+
If your sac ain't fat fool
+
MR. i'm gonna straight up clown ya
+
MR. Lexus
+
MR. diamond ring and necklace
+
MR. hoopties and wreckless
+
MR. like Bone
+
Bigger than Texas
+
Never no MR. peace keeper
+
Move like the MR. grimreaper
+
When I come looking for you
+
MR. heat seeker
+
And when I find you
+
MR. street sweeper
+
What?
+
And when you see me
+
You best not be tripping
+
You bet it be Silkk
+
Or you best call me like MR.
+
[Chorus x2]
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
MR., MR., MR. Ha ha ha [repeat until fade]
+
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Writer: CRAIG LAWSON, VYSHONN KING MILLER, CARLOS STEPHENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




Its Time To Ride


(feat. Master P)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Some shit jumpped off about 12 o'clock
+
I was like
+
Post on the block
+
Open up shop
+
Try to get away from the cops
+
To get some rocks
+
Some nig came through in a cutlass
+
Mugging this
+
Throwing up signs and riding slow
+
F*ck this
+
I'ma leave that nigga stanking
+
What the f*ck could he be thinking
+
I'ma leave them eyes closed before he blinking
+
187 thats what I be after
+
Chop em up and halfs like fractions
+
Nigga master murderer
+
Killing niggas all if I gots ta
+
Breaks them off propa
+
With choppas
+
And popsta
+
First nigga I see that resemble the driver of that cutlass
+
I'ma come with a gat
+
Hit em in the back
+
And be like what bitch
+
Hits em where it hurts
+
Kick up more dust than dirt
+
Nigga f*ck its on when I catch em
+
It's time to ride
+
Bust em
+
F*ck em
+
[Chorus]
+
It's time to ride
+
Who's gonna ride
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
Some shit jumpped off about 12 o'clock
+
I was like
+
Post on the block
+
Open up shop
+
Try to get away from the cops
+
To get some rocks
+
Some nig came through in a cutlass
+
Mugging this
+
Throwing up signs and riding slow
+
F*ck this
+
I'ma leave that nigga stanking
+
What the f*ck could he be thinking
+
I'ma leave them eyes closed before he blinking
+
187 thats what I be after
+
Chop em up and halfs like fractions
+
Nigga master murderer
+
Killing niggas all if I gots ta
+
Breaks them off propa
+
With choppas
+
And popsta
+
First nigga I see that resemble the driver of that cutlass
+
I'ma come with a gat
+
Hit em in the back
+
And be like what bitch
+
Hits em where it hurts
+
Kick up more dust than dirt
+
Nigga f*ck its on when I catch em
+
It's time to ride
+
Bust em
+
F*ck em
+
[Chorus]
+
It's time to ride
+
Who's gonna ride
+
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




If My 9 Could Talk


[Verse 1]
+
Give me that nine, that clip
+
Ain't no talking to my 9, `cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up
+
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
+
Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
+
Better believe I be creeping
+
Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,
+
they still sleeping
+
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
+
Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
+
[Chorus]
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
[Verse 2]
+
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
+
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club
+
I want soda `cause niggas be snitching
+
I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches
+
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
+
Disappear like a genie
+
When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam
+
And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
+
These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
+
You could consider that nigga a disaster area
+
Call his mom for a black dress
+
consult his family members to be the pallbearers
+
You f*cks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking
+
Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it
+
[Chorus]
+
[Verse 3]
+
Some call it murder, I call it 1-87
+
Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11
+
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
+
First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones
+
I run this shit like the White House
+
You like some white out
+
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out
+
When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
+
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit
+
I be a specialist like Sharon Stone
+
A bad boy like Al Capone
+
An assassin like Sylvester Stallone
+
Only if you could live, but you ain't
+
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't
+
[Chorus]
+
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
[repeat Chorus]
+
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English

[Verse 1]
+
Give me that nine, that clip
+
Ain't no talking to my 9, `cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up
+
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
+
Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
+
Better believe I be creeping
+
Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,
+
they still sleeping
+
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
+
Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
+
[Chorus]
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
+
Only if my 9 could talk
+
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
[Verse 2]
+
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
+
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club
+
I want soda `cause niggas be snitching
+
I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches
+
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
+
Disappear like a genie
+
When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam
+
And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
+
These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
+
You could consider that nigga a disaster area
+
Call his mom for a black dress
+
consult his family members to be the pallbearers
+
You f*cks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking
+
Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it
+
[Chorus]
+
[Verse 3]
+
Some call it murder, I call it 1-87
+
Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11
+
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
+
First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones
+
I run this shit like the White House
+
You like some white out
+
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out
+
When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
+
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit
+
I be a specialist like Sharon Stone
+
A bad boy like Al Capone
+
An assassin like Sylvester Stallone
+
Only if you could live, but you ain't
+
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't
+
[Chorus]
+
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
+
[repeat Chorus]
+
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Writer: CRAIG LAWSON, VYSHONN KING MILLER, V. MILLER, CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




Got Em Fiendin


(feat. Big Ed, Master P)
+
[Intro:]
+
A little something something. Lights, camera, action.
+
[Hook:]
+
One for the G's two to make them jump
+
Three for the hoes tha be fiedin' for this ghetto funk
+
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto funk
+
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto fuk [x2]
+
[Master P:]
+
Alize whipped up cranked up ouee
+
Got two freaks in the jacuzze
+
Wanna do me, me and my homie
+
I ain't trippin' on a motherf*ckin' roni
+
Hit the club start bumpin' jumpin'
+
Gat in my drawers and a nigga still humpin'
+
On this hoe but the bitch can't fee the gat
+
TRU niggas and you know we fully strapped
+
Hit the nigga talk shit put they light out
+
Otherwords X niggas out like whiteout
+
Roll through the town mob with my niggas deep
+
Don't give a f*ck about those hoes or the police
+
Got a bee pe on my way to the telly
+
Stop and get some lobster and steak to feel the belly
+
Hit the liquor store gots to pick up some gin & juice
+
Cause you know I got to have my 80 proof
+
Dank smoke comin' out the windows
+
Hit the side show bust a nigga in a Pinto
+
Ain't nothin' but a motherf*ckin' gangsta party (what?)
+
It ain't nothin' but a motherf*ckin' gangsta party
+
[Hook (x2)]
+
[Silkk The Shocker:]
+
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
+
I'm about to f*ck me a girl but I'm gonna f*ck her friend
+
Now you know um what you came to do
+
I be TRU baby don't believe the hype
+
You know it ain't about me and you
+
Now if you down with O.P.P. yeah you know me
+
It ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
+
Now we share skirt like air frankly I don't care
+
I hits and run and then I'm up outta there
+
Now um, baby lately you can't get with me
+
If (we don't love them hoes) it'all all about my business
+
Now I really do't care what you like and what you don't
+
Cause um, The only think I'm trying to is get you drunk
+
Now I'm a diver but I don't skinny dip, now picture this
+
A skinny nigger between the hips and I'm about to dip
+
Off in the traffic smilin' and laughin'
+
I met that I had that we did that I done that
+
[Hook]
+
[Big Ed:]
+
Bouncin' to the party I just got payed
+
I'm looking for th finest hoe so I can get layed
+
I done see more ass than any gynocologist
+
Smooth like a prism
+
Got my B and my masters in this playerism
+
No more then 5 minutes, a chocolate bunny
+
Now I though she was a fiend cause she wants to suck my dick with honey
+
Well baby let's discuss this
+
My name is Big Ed and a nigga get more dick then buckets
+
See I'm flowin' got more pipe than any plummer
+
I hit 'em like a monsoon cause a nigga hits like thunder
+
And I got one creamin' like a Twinkie
+
I'm a bad man ask a girl and her best friend
+
I like to bend them
+
Then I slide on in so if you down with foreplay give me a signal
+
See I'm true to the game
+
I hit you sister your mama and your daughter to me it's the same
+
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English

(feat. Big Ed, Master P)
+
[Intro:]
+
A little something something. Lights, camera, action.
+
[Hook:]
+
One for the G's two to make them jump
+
Three for the hoes tha be fiedin' for this ghetto funk
+
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto funk
+
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto fuk [x2]
+
[Master P:]
+
Alize whipped up cranked up ouee
+
Got two freaks in the jacuzze
+
Wanna do me, me and my homie
+
I ain't trippin' on a motherf*ckin' roni
+
Hit the club start bumpin' jumpin'
+
Gat in my drawers and a nigga still humpin'
+
On this hoe but the bitch can't fee the gat
+
TRU niggas and you know we fully strapped
+
Hit the nigga talk shit put they light out
+
Otherwords X niggas out like whiteout
+
Roll through the town mob with my niggas deep
+
Don't give a f*ck about those hoes or the police
+
Got a bee pe on my way to the telly
+
Stop and get some lobster and steak to feel the belly
+
Hit the liquor store gots to pick up some gin & juice
+
Cause you know I got to have my 80 proof
+
Dank smoke comin' out the windows
+
Hit the side show bust a nigga in a Pinto
+
Ain't nothin' but a motherf*ckin' gangsta party (what?)
+
It ain't nothin' but a motherf*ckin' gangsta party
+
[Hook (x2)]
+
[Silkk The Shocker:]
+
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
+
I'm about to f*ck me a girl but I'm gonna f*ck her friend
+
Now you know um what you came to do
+
I be TRU baby don't believe the hype
+
You know it ain't about me and you
+
Now if you down with O.P.P. yeah you know me
+
It ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
+
Now we share skirt like air frankly I don't care
+
I hits and run and then I'm up outta there
+
Now um, baby lately you can't get with me
+
If (we don't love them hoes) it'all all about my business
+
Now I really do't care what you like and what you don't
+
Cause um, The only think I'm trying to is get you drunk
+
Now I'm a diver but I don't skinny dip, now picture this
+
A skinny nigger between the hips and I'm about to dip
+
Off in the traffic smilin' and laughin'
+
I met that I had that we did that I done that
+
[Hook]
+
[Big Ed:]
+
Bouncin' to the party I just got payed
+
I'm looking for th finest hoe so I can get layed
+
I done see more ass than any gynocologist
+
Smooth like a prism
+
Got my B and my masters in this playerism
+
No more then 5 minutes, a chocolate bunny
+
Now I though she was a fiend cause she wants to suck my dick with honey
+
Well baby let's discuss this
+
My name is Big Ed and a nigga get more dick then buckets
+
See I'm flowin' got more pipe than any plummer
+
I hit 'em like a monsoon cause a nigga hits like thunder
+
And I got one creamin' like a Twinkie
+
I'm a bad man ask a girl and her best friend
+
I like to bend them
+
Then I slide on in so if you down with foreplay give me a signal
+
See I'm true to the game
+
I hit you sister your mama and your daughter to me it's the same
+
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Writer: Ken Franklin, King Miller Vyshonn, Percy Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




My Car


(feat. Mo B. Dick, Pure Passion)
+
[Silkk]
+
All because of my car
+
All because of my car
+
All because of my car
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
I'm in my car, cruisin to the beat
+
Trippin off, off these money hungry freaks
+
Wanna be down, wit a super star
+
Cuz you know I got money an a cold blooded car
+
[Chorus]
+
Must be the Beamer (Must be the Beamer)
+
Thats turning you on
+
Must be the Benz (Must be the Benz)
+
I ain't takin you home
+
{All because of my car}
+
Must be the Cruiser (Must be the Cruiser)
+
Got you flaggin me down
+
Must be the Rover (Must be the Rover)
+
Makes you wanna be around
+
{All because of my car}
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I hits an run like an accident
+
Mr. hit em fast an slow is back again
+
If you don't believe me go an ask a friend
+
I got more hoes than the O-Zone
+
I hits em wit they close on
+
(Why's that Silkk?)
+
So they can go home
+
I rolls up on a bucket, she got a man
+
But when I rolls up in a Benz, das when she hops in
+
An thas how its gon' happen to her
+
I don't mean to be like mackin to her or rappin to her
+
But I'm jus askin to her
+
Now back up in the days I run game on em
+
They wanna play games so I bought a Lexus from my homie
+
An the next day after that, game don't stop
+
(Where ya car at)
+
I be like man, its in tha shop
+
But now I'm on top now
+
Put the......top down
+
See how many number I can jot down, how many girl I can knock down
+
An plus up on my block, now it ain't gon' stop
+
Now, since I got a little cash
+
Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight
+
When Im in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night
+
You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin me
+
Alizay to get the draws off easily
+
Thas when I switch my game over
+
You blame it on a hang over I blame it on the Range Rover
+
An I ain't tryin to hear that
+
(Oh it's like that, huh?)
+
Like that, like that
+
[Chorus]
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
When I'm flossin on these ghetto streets
+
Can't see how I get stopped by those crooked police
+
I can't understand, why they player hate
+
An they ask me these question, like how much money I make
+
Now it's none of their business, how I make my ends
+
An you can't get a piece of my funky dividends
+
I guess you could say, I got it goin on
+
Cuz I keep seein girlies an they wont leave me alone
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I guess the PD is tryin to see me in the State Pen
+
Behind me tryin to run my license plate in
+
Im checkin my rear view, but I ain't gon' trip, bruh
+
Waitin for me to slip up, show me some ID wit yo' picture
+
I guess they wanna see my bank statement
+
See how much money that Im makin
+
But I guess they just be hatin
+
They need to start missin me, stop trippin G
+
I guess they mad cuz I got more gold than Mr T
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
An all these freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride
+
Cuz I got it front to back, an side to side
+
But I ain't got time
+
I gotta do my thang
+
An if you wanna front you know I can hang
+
Now you know that I never wanna perpetrate
+
Cuz y'all playa hate
+
you fools better recognize
+
That a No Limit Soldier is on the rise
+
[Chorus]
+
Must be the Bentley (Must be the Bentley)
+
that's turnin you on
+
Must be the Lex (Must be the Lexus)
+
that's why I'm takin you home
+
{All because of my car}
+
Must be the Caddie (Must be the Caddie)
+
got you flaggin me down
+
Must be the Cutlass (Must be the Cutlass)
+
why you wanna be around
+
{All because of my car}
+
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(feat. Mo B. Dick, Pure Passion)
+
[Silkk]
+
All because of my car
+
All because of my car
+
All because of my car
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
I'm in my car, cruisin to the beat
+
Trippin off, off these money hungry freaks
+
Wanna be down, wit a super star
+
Cuz you know I got money an a cold blooded car
+
[Chorus]
+
Must be the Beamer (Must be the Beamer)
+
Thats turning you on
+
Must be the Benz (Must be the Benz)
+
I ain't takin you home
+
{All because of my car}
+
Must be the Cruiser (Must be the Cruiser)
+
Got you flaggin me down
+
Must be the Rover (Must be the Rover)
+
Makes you wanna be around
+
{All because of my car}
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I hits an run like an accident
+
Mr. hit em fast an slow is back again
+
If you don't believe me go an ask a friend
+
I got more hoes than the O-Zone
+
I hits em wit they close on
+
(Why's that Silkk?)
+
So they can go home
+
I rolls up on a bucket, she got a man
+
But when I rolls up in a Benz, das when she hops in
+
An thas how its gon' happen to her
+
I don't mean to be like mackin to her or rappin to her
+
But I'm jus askin to her
+
Now back up in the days I run game on em
+
They wanna play games so I bought a Lexus from my homie
+
An the next day after that, game don't stop
+
(Where ya car at)
+
I be like man, its in tha shop
+
But now I'm on top now
+
Put the......top down
+
See how many number I can jot down, how many girl I can knock down
+
An plus up on my block, now it ain't gon' stop
+
Now, since I got a little cash
+
Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight
+
When Im in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night
+
You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin me
+
Alizay to get the draws off easily
+
Thas when I switch my game over
+
You blame it on a hang over I blame it on the Range Rover
+
An I ain't tryin to hear that
+
(Oh it's like that, huh?)
+
Like that, like that
+
[Chorus]
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
When I'm flossin on these ghetto streets
+
Can't see how I get stopped by those crooked police
+
I can't understand, why they player hate
+
An they ask me these question, like how much money I make
+
Now it's none of their business, how I make my ends
+
An you can't get a piece of my funky dividends
+
I guess you could say, I got it goin on
+
Cuz I keep seein girlies an they wont leave me alone
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I guess the PD is tryin to see me in the State Pen
+
Behind me tryin to run my license plate in
+
Im checkin my rear view, but I ain't gon' trip, bruh
+
Waitin for me to slip up, show me some ID wit yo' picture
+
I guess they wanna see my bank statement
+
See how much money that Im makin
+
But I guess they just be hatin
+
They need to start missin me, stop trippin G
+
I guess they mad cuz I got more gold than Mr T
+
[Mo B. Dick]
+
An all these freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride
+
Cuz I got it front to back, an side to side
+
But I ain't got time
+
I gotta do my thang
+
An if you wanna front you know I can hang
+
Now you know that I never wanna perpetrate
+
Cuz y'all playa hate
+
you fools better recognize
+
That a No Limit Soldier is on the rise
+
[Chorus]
+
Must be the Bentley (Must be the Bentley)
+
that's turnin you on
+
Must be the Lex (Must be the Lexus)
+
that's why I'm takin you home
+
{All because of my car}
+
Must be the Caddie (Must be the Caddie)
+
got you flaggin me down
+
Must be the Cutlass (Must be the Cutlass)
+
why you wanna be around
+
{All because of my car}
+
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Writer: N PURE PASSION, RAYMOND POOLE, V. MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




Ghetto 211


(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
We ain't got no money
+
so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
+
Muthaf*ckin police ain't give a f*ck,
+
niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
+
Armed robbery
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
+
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
+
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C,
+
when you see me bow down, address me a master like P
+
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
+
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
+
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
+
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
+
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
+
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
+
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
+
Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
+
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
+
that be down to ride on yo' set
+
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
+
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
+
I smash, I'm up in your house
+
[Chorus:]
+
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
+
if I murder another ghetto nigga
+
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
+
if I murder another ghetto nigga
+
[Silkk the Shocker (Master P)]
+
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
+
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
+
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
+
P would you blast
+
(Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
+
if the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
+
Hits them wit all between the seem
+
(Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
+
I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
+
(F*ck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
+
I got that K with the beam
+
(F*ck it, I'ma get the cream)
+
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
+
Be like, 1 for the money
+
(I be like 2 for the dope)
+
be like 3 for all my cash
+
(Nigga f*ck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
+
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
+
(I murder!)
+
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
+
how you gon' f*ck wit niggas we real black
+
(A ghetto robbery)
+
an that's how we ride
+
(On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
+
[Chorus]
+
[Master P]
+
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
+
Ain't no love on this muthaf*ckin first of the month,
+
it's yo' last day
+
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
+
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
+
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
+
f*ck what you heard cuz, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
+
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
+
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
+
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
+
Ain't no love, murder muthaf*cka, this ain't no funny farm
+
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
+
Puttin niggas in muthaf*ckas trunks of the car, who jackin
+
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
+
it's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
+
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
+
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
+
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
+
Y'all niggas mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride,
+
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side
+
[Chorus]
+
[Master P]
+
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthaf*ckin coffee
+
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
+
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
+
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
+
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthaf*ckin hizeart
+
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you f*ck me, we gotta f*ck you
+
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
+
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
+
but that's what I might do
+
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
+
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
+
But who gives a f*ck if we kill each other, nigga
+
Y'all think about it
+
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(feat. Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
We ain't got no money
+
so me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
+
Muthaf*ckin police ain't give a f*ck,
+
niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
+
Armed robbery
+
[Silkk the Shocker]
+
I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
+
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
+
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like C,
+
when you see me bow down, address me a master like P
+
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
+
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
+
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
+
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
+
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
+
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
+
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
+
Nigga T-R-U's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
+
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
+
that be down to ride on yo' set
+
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
+
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
+
I smash, I'm up in your house
+
[Chorus:]
+
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
+
if I murder another ghetto nigga
+
Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a f*ck
+
if I murder another ghetto nigga
+
[Silkk the Shocker (Master P)]
+
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
+
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
+
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
+
P would you blast
+
(Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
+
if the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
+
Hits them wit all between the seem
+
(Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
+
I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
+
(F*ck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
+
I got that K with the beam
+
(F*ck it, I'ma get the cream)
+
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
+
Be like, 1 for the money
+
(I be like 2 for the dope)
+
be like 3 for all my cash
+
(Nigga f*ck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
+
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
+
(I murder!)
+
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
+
how you gon' f*ck wit niggas we real black
+
(A ghetto robbery)
+
an that's how we ride
+
(On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
+
[Chorus]
+
[Master P]
+
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
+
Ain't no love on this muthaf*ckin first of the month,
+
it's yo' last day
+
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
+
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
+
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
+
f*ck what you heard cuz, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
+
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
+
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
+
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
+
Ain't no love, murder muthaf*cka, this ain't no funny farm
+
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
+
Puttin niggas in muthaf*ckas trunks of the car, who jackin
+
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
+
it's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
+
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
+
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
+
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
+
Y'all niggas mad cuz I'm famous, it's time to ride,
+
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side
+
[Chorus]
+
[Master P]
+
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthaf*ckin coffee
+
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
+
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
+
Cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
+
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthaf*ckin hizeart
+
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you f*ck me, we gotta f*ck you
+
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
+
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
+
but that's what I might do
+
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
+
Cuz we Bout It! We rowdy!
+
But who gives a f*ck if we kill each other, nigga
+
Y'all think about it
+
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Why My Homie


(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
+
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
+
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
+
At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
+
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
+
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
+
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
+
Sort of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
+
But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
+
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
+
Now me and Silkk got to ride
+
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
+
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
+
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
+
My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
+
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
+
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
+
But if I live to see another day, another funeral
+
It's sad, I look into they eyes
+
Damn, everybody's got to die
+
But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
+
When they puttin me in that black truck
+
It could be you, it could be her
+
But in the end everybody gets did up
+
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
+
I still question God for callin my homie name
+
[Chorus I x2:]
+
Why my homie had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
[Silkk]
+
Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
+
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda f*cked me up
+
I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
+
I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
+
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
+
See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
+
I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
+
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
+
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
+
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
+
Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
+
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
+
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard
+
But look at Mr. President in the White House tryin to play God
+
Put us all in one big ole boat
+
They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto
+
Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
+
I guess that mean the whole world is f*ckin dyin
+
[Chorus I x2]
+
[C-Murder]
+
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the f*ck you figure
+
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
+
I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in
+
They say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
+
My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground
+
But I can't forget how my brotha went down
+
An eye for an eye, another must lose his life
+
Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
+
Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance
+
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty dance
+
Sometimes I sit and remenisce about the old days
+
Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
+
When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
+
Close my eyes and then I see my f*ckin brother again
+
And when I wake up I'm hit by reality
+
Realizin, it was just a memory
+
Cause everybody put us down for bein drug dealas
+
But I say f*ck em, and rest in peace Kevin Miller
+
[Chorus II x2:]
+
Why my brother had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
Why my homie had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
(Why my homie had to die) Huh, ya'll niggaz betta wake up, and realize,
+
this muthaf*ckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
+
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
+
funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
+
people gotta die (why my brother had to die) And to all them muthaf*ckin
+
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
+
crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. Cause I know ya'll got them
+
muthaf*ckin earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
+
(I told ya Kevin, nigga) herbin on this Silkk the Shocker shit. Cause ya'll
+
know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga done shocked the world
+
(nigga yo brother done did this shit) ya'll niggaz feel this shit,
+
everywhere (Silkk, me and C) all cross the muthaf*ckin boulder (TRU, nigga)
+
ya'll niggaz feel this shit (No Limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I told
+
you we was gon take over this rap shit, nigga) I know you wearin that tatoo
+
up there, fool. (lettin it be known) Me, Silkk and C (yeah, we down here
+
handlin our business) down here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
+
sippin on mo wet ([???], fool) toastin to you fool. Huh, we done took over
+
this rap game nigga. Let them niggaz up there know what's happenin.
+
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(feat. C-Murder, Master P)
+
[Master P]
+
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
+
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
+
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
+
At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
+
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
+
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
+
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
+
Sort of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
+
But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
+
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
+
Now me and Silkk got to ride
+
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
+
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
+
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
+
My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
+
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
+
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
+
But if I live to see another day, another funeral
+
It's sad, I look into they eyes
+
Damn, everybody's got to die
+
But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
+
When they puttin me in that black truck
+
It could be you, it could be her
+
But in the end everybody gets did up
+
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
+
I still question God for callin my homie name
+
[Chorus I x2:]
+
Why my homie had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
[Silkk]
+
Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
+
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda f*cked me up
+
I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
+
I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
+
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
+
See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
+
I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
+
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
+
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
+
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
+
Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
+
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
+
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard
+
But look at Mr. President in the White House tryin to play God
+
Put us all in one big ole boat
+
They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto
+
Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
+
I guess that mean the whole world is f*ckin dyin
+
[Chorus I x2]
+
[C-Murder]
+
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the f*ck you figure
+
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
+
I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in
+
They say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
+
My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground
+
But I can't forget how my brotha went down
+
An eye for an eye, another must lose his life
+
Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
+
Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance
+
It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty dance
+
Sometimes I sit and remenisce about the old days
+
Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
+
When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
+
Close my eyes and then I see my f*ckin brother again
+
And when I wake up I'm hit by reality
+
Realizin, it was just a memory
+
Cause everybody put us down for bein drug dealas
+
But I say f*ck em, and rest in peace Kevin Miller
+
[Chorus II x2:]
+
Why my brother had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
Why my homie had to die?
+
Now somebody mama gonna cry
+
(Why my homie had to die) Huh, ya'll niggaz betta wake up, and realize,
+
this muthaf*ckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
+
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
+
funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
+
people gotta die (why my brother had to die) And to all them muthaf*ckin
+
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
+
crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. Cause I know ya'll got them
+
muthaf*ckin earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
+
(I told ya Kevin, nigga) herbin on this Silkk the Shocker shit. Cause ya'll
+
know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga done shocked the world
+
(nigga yo brother done did this shit) ya'll niggaz feel this shit,
+
everywhere (Silkk, me and C) all cross the muthaf*ckin boulder (TRU, nigga)
+
ya'll niggaz feel this shit (No Limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I told
+
you we was gon take over this rap shit, nigga) I know you wearin that tatoo
+
up there, fool. (lettin it be known) Me, Silkk and C (yeah, we down here
+
handlin our business) down here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
+
sippin on mo wet ([???], fool) toastin to you fool. Huh, we done took over
+
this rap game nigga. Let them niggaz up there know what's happenin.
+
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




It Ain't My Fault


[Chorus]
+
We can't stop now bitch!!!
+
We can't stop,
+
And you can't stop us,
+
So bitch don't try.
+
We tru soldiers, we don't die,
+
We don't die, we don't die.
+
We don't die, we don't die.
+
I'm bout my paper, my paper,
+
Important people on my pager.
+
I might not drink Alize,
+
But I'll smoke you under the table.
+
Don't make me peel your potato,
+
Don't make the devil your neighbor.
+
I might not be nothing to you,
+
But I'm the shit on this label!
+
Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say,
+
But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards
+
Y'all gonna keep it that way.
+
Hold on as tight as you can,
+
Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip,
+
Not only are they anticipating your every move
+
They're waiting for you to slip!!!
+
But like I told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe,
+
I'm not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthaf*ckin' jail stripes.
+
Been bout it from the start nigga, we raw nigga,
+
You don't want to, go to, war nigga.
+
We superstar niggas,
+
You know who we are niggas.
+
From poverty in the projects,
+
To livin' large niggas.
+
It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got,
+
We soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!!
+
[Chorus]
+
Nigga want to start shit,
+
That they know they can't finish.
+
By far niggas want to go to war,
+
But they know when they ain't winning.
+
Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthaf*ckin', second line,
+
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
+
No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign,
+
Y'all want to play, but I guarantee that you won't play, a second time.
+
Sometime I'm in camoflauge and sometime I'm in all black,
+
Y'all want to go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!!
+
F*ck it, pop it, don't stop it, 'cause I drop, by no means, look,
+
Bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans.
+
Nigga what? pistols we all got, sometimes it's all glocks,
+
Keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked.
+
Went from a, small knot to a tall knot,
+
Nigga please, I got all the g's for breakin' these ki's down to all rocks.
+
Blow up the spot till it's all hot, surround the world together 'cause y'all not,
+
Nigga we ain't gon stop jus 'cause y'all stop then it's our props.
+
If you want to get it started, then let's started, but let's do it right,
+
But if you want to get started, get started, let's do it tonight!!!
+
Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk.
+
[Chorus: x2]
+
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[Chorus]
+
We can't stop now bitch!!!
+
We can't stop,
+
And you can't stop us,
+
So bitch don't try.
+
We tru soldiers, we don't die,
+
We don't die, we don't die.
+
We don't die, we don't die.
+
I'm bout my paper, my paper,
+
Important people on my pager.
+
I might not drink Alize,
+
But I'll smoke you under the table.
+
Don't make me peel your potato,
+
Don't make the devil your neighbor.
+
I might not be nothing to you,
+
But I'm the shit on this label!
+
Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say,
+
But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards
+
Y'all gonna keep it that way.
+
Hold on as tight as you can,
+
Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip,
+
Not only are they anticipating your every move
+
They're waiting for you to slip!!!
+
But like I told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe,
+
I'm not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthaf*ckin' jail stripes.
+
Been bout it from the start nigga, we raw nigga,
+
You don't want to, go to, war nigga.
+
We superstar niggas,
+
You know who we are niggas.
+
From poverty in the projects,
+
To livin' large niggas.
+
It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got,
+
We soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!!
+
[Chorus]
+
Nigga want to start shit,
+
That they know they can't finish.
+
By far niggas want to go to war,
+
But they know when they ain't winning.
+
Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthaf*ckin', second line,
+
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
+
No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign,
+
Y'all want to play, but I guarantee that you won't play, a second time.
+
Sometime I'm in camoflauge and sometime I'm in all black,
+
Y'all want to go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!!
+
F*ck it, pop it, don't stop it, 'cause I drop, by no means, look,
+
Bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans.
+
Nigga what? pistols we all got, sometimes it's all glocks,
+
Keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked.
+
Went from a, small knot to a tall knot,
+
Nigga please, I got all the g's for breakin' these ki's down to all rocks.
+
Blow up the spot till it's all hot, surround the world together 'cause y'all not,
+
Nigga we ain't gon stop jus 'cause y'all stop then it's our props.
+
If you want to get it started, then let's started, but let's do it right,
+
But if you want to get started, get started, let's do it tonight!!!
+
Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk.
+
[Chorus: x2]
+
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Writer: Craig Bazile, J. Johnson, V. Miller, Wardell Quezerque
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




It Ain't My Fault 2


[ Featuring Mystikal ]

What's really happenin?
+
This shit again for the '99 (it ain't my fault)
+
Silkk The Shocker (it ain't my fault)
+
Mystikal, Craig B (it ain't my fault)
+
It still ain't my f*ckin' fault
+
Ya heard me?
+
(Uh oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Uh oh
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
That's right my meat and potatoes come from my lyrical label
+
I throw my rhymes for No Limit like Jeff George throw for the Raiders
+
Don't cut the head off a hater, don't cash the check that they paid ya
+
Jump in a Deville or Mercedes, Lexus or Navigator
+
Five hundred niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do, how they gon' ruin my day
+
Not none of them niggas be talkin' like that when they come 'round the way
+
Hold your mouth as tight as you can, whatever you don't loosen your lip
+
I make your tightest hardest rapper brush his teeth with my dick
+
I'm strict, I'm rich, I'm young, I'm black, I'm set
+
I got it, I hold it, I run it, I do it to death
+
I'm hot, I'm dirty, I'm oiled, I'm strapped, I'm done
+
Don't blame it on me if the police find a pistol and blunt
+
Uh-oh
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Ah, lemme get it started, respect that I can finish
+
You talk about goin' to war, if you knowin' you can't win
+
We'll make our money make cash, with no gimmicks
+
I ride the tank and my back reads, "No Limit"
+
Mister rowdy rowdy, write a book about it
+
Every rhyme, all the time you make a hook about it
+
Money I count it, but it ain't enough
+
Heard I had chicks around me, chicks I can't touch
+
Since I have niggas around me that ain't gon' bust
+
If you ever see like that you know them niggas ain't with us
+
It ain't my fault if my name spell cash
+
It ain't my fault if your girl got my name tattooed on her ass
+
It ain't my fault if your concert can't sell out half the show
+
It ain't my fault if you do twice as much as me and I get half the dough
+
Y'all saw me style, change my flow
+
Bad money, good money, change my dough
+
I can't be bought, can't be bought, I didn't do it ain't my fault
+
Now what
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Made man (that's that rapper)
+
Mister (ghetto fabulous)
+
(Hangin' out the door boy) 504 boy
+
(I bet I got cash) you got to get more, boy
+
(Hit 'em up, hit the floor boy) gotta go, boy
+
(I don't die no ho, boy)
+
That's Nino Brown (G Money) and I'm Vito, boy
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
From the East Coast (it ain't my fault)
+
To the West coast (did I do that?)
+
(It ain't my fault) North, Midwest
+
Southside (did I do that?)
+
All my dawgs (oh, uh-oh)
+
(It ain't my fault)
+
It ain't y'all fault, it ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
(It ain't my fault)
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Don't be mad at me (did I do that?)
+
I'm makin' it happen ya heard me? (It ain't my fault)
+
(Did I do that?) Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker
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What's really happenin?
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This shit again for the '99 (it ain't my fault)
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Silkk The Shocker (it ain't my fault)
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Mystikal, Craig B (it ain't my fault)
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It still ain't my f*ckin' fault
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Ya heard me?
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(Uh oh)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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Uh oh
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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That's right my meat and potatoes come from my lyrical label
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I throw my rhymes for No Limit like Jeff George throw for the Raiders
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Don't cut the head off a hater, don't cash the check that they paid ya
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Jump in a Deville or Mercedes, Lexus or Navigator
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Five hundred niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do, how they gon' ruin my day
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Not none of them niggas be talkin' like that when they come 'round the way
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Hold your mouth as tight as you can, whatever you don't loosen your lip
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I make your tightest hardest rapper brush his teeth with my dick
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I'm strict, I'm rich, I'm young, I'm black, I'm set
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I got it, I hold it, I run it, I do it to death
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I'm hot, I'm dirty, I'm oiled, I'm strapped, I'm done
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Don't blame it on me if the police find a pistol and blunt
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Uh-oh
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Ah, lemme get it started, respect that I can finish
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You talk about goin' to war, if you knowin' you can't win
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We'll make our money make cash, with no gimmicks
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I ride the tank and my back reads, "No Limit"
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Mister rowdy rowdy, write a book about it
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Every rhyme, all the time you make a hook about it
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Money I count it, but it ain't enough
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Heard I had chicks around me, chicks I can't touch
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Since I have niggas around me that ain't gon' bust
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If you ever see like that you know them niggas ain't with us
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It ain't my fault if my name spell cash
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It ain't my fault if your girl got my name tattooed on her ass
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It ain't my fault if your concert can't sell out half the show
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It ain't my fault if you do twice as much as me and I get half the dough
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Y'all saw me style, change my flow
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Bad money, good money, change my dough
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I can't be bought, can't be bought, I didn't do it ain't my fault
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Now what
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Made man (that's that rapper)
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Mister (ghetto fabulous)
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(Hangin' out the door boy) 504 boy
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(I bet I got cash) you got to get more, boy
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(Hit 'em up, hit the floor boy) gotta go, boy
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(I don't die no ho, boy)
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That's Nino Brown (G Money) and I'm Vito, boy
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Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
Oh (uh-oh)
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It ain't my fault (did I do that?)
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From the East Coast (it ain't my fault)
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To the West coast (did I do that?)
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(It ain't my fault) North, Midwest
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Southside (did I do that?)
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All my dawgs (oh, uh-oh)
+
(It ain't my fault)
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It ain't y'all fault, it ain't my fault (did I do that?)
+
(It ain't my fault)
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Don't be mad at me (did I do that?)
+
I'm makin' it happen ya heard me? (It ain't my fault)
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(Did I do that?) Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker
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[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Craig Bazile, J. Johnson, V. Miller, Wardell Quezerque
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




Just Be Straight With Me


[Chorus]
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People always talkin 'bout.
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(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
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You're a hustler .
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(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
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I don't care what the others think,
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Just be straight with me, (I'm what say what?)
+
Huh? Huh? Huh?
+
I know I take chances to make sure I'm sittin' tight.
+
Do I get how I live, sometimes I don't get it right.
+
My gold and platinum plaques make you know what we did.
+
Have the whole world wonderin' what Silkk The Shocker, Master P did.
+
See it ain't no limit, it's only the beginnin'.
+
Why? 'Cuz all y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall.
+
It'll only take a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
+
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
+
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top.
+
Akin flights, an shoppin' sprees, on 5-0-4 yachts.
+
See, money don't change me, make me live a lil' bit good.
+
Took some of my family members, an' my homies out the hood.
+
See, we ghetto millionaires, far away when we meet.
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I think they watched us, P, 'cuz about when we speak.
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See I'm too deep to change, everybody know my name.
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I guess I gotta charge it to da game.
+
[Chorus]
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Ugh! Green money, I like to count, honey.
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My only bad habit that I like to sell B's, honey.
+
We hot, check the Billboard spot.
+
Twenty-four g's an' P's to make a club rock.
+
Now they violent, gotta get it rowdy.
+
Peep game gotta Benz, Lex Luger in or out it.
+
Don't hate me, the money don't make me.
+
It's gonna take two hundred million just to break me,
+
'Cuz I'm a soldier, I thought I told ya.
+
I like that doja, but hate the rollers.
+
Crystal, greed, an hinace, got cream.
+
Makes a brother in a Bentley, from the ghetto.
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There ain't no limit 'cuz we livin' large.
+
Bought a rolex, a yacht, with a gold card.
+
You done lately, your girl wanna date me, in my grill.
+
For, Ugh, an' I'm straight g.
+
[Chorus]
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I guess they call me a hustler, 'cuz of the fast livin'.
+
But if I see somethin' I gotta get it, because I have vision.
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An' if I like it, I gotta get, if I saw it.
+
Went from, over the shows, over the doors,
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House full of floors that's marble, a brand new Ferrari.
+
Parked it, when I bought it, see, I'm a no limit soldier.
+
An' I came to get it started, what you, what you think?
+
I'm all about my bank, tryin' to be a multi-millionaire.
+
Before I'm old enough to drink, now we can ride, bro. No lie, bro.
+
See, nobody be here beside us, so go ahead an fire it up.
+
Some girls wanna perk it, my homies like to work it.
+
Soldiers from Texas, all the way to Jersey.
+
Tick to the tock, all around the clock.
+
From the north, to the south,
+
To the east, to the west, it just don't stop.
+
So to all my real g's, throw them up high,
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To all the ballers that have the corks of Crystal, let it fly.
+
That's how we live.
+
[Chorus]
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No Limit, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
New Orleans, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
South side, say what? Ugh! I'm what? Say what?
+
East side, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
West coast, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
North side, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
Silkk The Shocker, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
No Limitc say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
Ha ha, playas, congratulate.
+
Ain't no hatin' on this side. Where the money at?
+
That's what hustlin' is about, you heard me?
+
Master P, Silkk The Shocker, hustlin' till the izend.
+
Movin' thangs how we get it, we gonna get it, how we livin'.
+
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[Chorus]
+
People always talkin 'bout.
+
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
+
You're a hustler .
+
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
+
I don't care what the others think,
+
Just be straight with me, (I'm what say what?)
+
Huh? Huh? Huh?
+
I know I take chances to make sure I'm sittin' tight.
+
Do I get how I live, sometimes I don't get it right.
+
My gold and platinum plaques make you know what we did.
+
Have the whole world wonderin' what Silkk The Shocker, Master P did.
+
See it ain't no limit, it's only the beginnin'.
+
Why? 'Cuz all y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall.
+
It'll only take a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
+
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
+
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top.
+
Akin flights, an shoppin' sprees, on 5-0-4 yachts.
+
See, money don't change me, make me live a lil' bit good.
+
Took some of my family members, an' my homies out the hood.
+
See, we ghetto millionaires, far away when we meet.
+
I think they watched us, P, 'cuz about when we speak.
+
See I'm too deep to change, everybody know my name.
+
I guess I gotta charge it to da game.
+
[Chorus]
+
Ugh! Green money, I like to count, honey.
+
My only bad habit that I like to sell B's, honey.
+
We hot, check the Billboard spot.
+
Twenty-four g's an' P's to make a club rock.
+
Now they violent, gotta get it rowdy.
+
Peep game gotta Benz, Lex Luger in or out it.
+
Don't hate me, the money don't make me.
+
It's gonna take two hundred million just to break me,
+
'Cuz I'm a soldier, I thought I told ya.
+
I like that doja, but hate the rollers.
+
Crystal, greed, an hinace, got cream.
+
Makes a brother in a Bentley, from the ghetto.
+
There ain't no limit 'cuz we livin' large.
+
Bought a rolex, a yacht, with a gold card.
+
You done lately, your girl wanna date me, in my grill.
+
For, Ugh, an' I'm straight g.
+
[Chorus]
+
I guess they call me a hustler, 'cuz of the fast livin'.
+
But if I see somethin' I gotta get it, because I have vision.
+
An' if I like it, I gotta get, if I saw it.
+
Went from, over the shows, over the doors,
+
House full of floors that's marble, a brand new Ferrari.
+
Parked it, when I bought it, see, I'm a no limit soldier.
+
An' I came to get it started, what you, what you think?
+
I'm all about my bank, tryin' to be a multi-millionaire.
+
Before I'm old enough to drink, now we can ride, bro. No lie, bro.
+
See, nobody be here beside us, so go ahead an fire it up.
+
Some girls wanna perk it, my homies like to work it.
+
Soldiers from Texas, all the way to Jersey.
+
Tick to the tock, all around the clock.
+
From the north, to the south,
+
To the east, to the west, it just don't stop.
+
So to all my real g's, throw them up high,
+
To all the ballers that have the corks of Crystal, let it fly.
+
That's how we live.
+
[Chorus]
+
No Limit, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
New Orleans, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
South side, say what? Ugh! I'm what? Say what?
+
East side, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
West coast, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
North side, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
Silkk The Shocker, say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
No Limitc say what? I'm what? Say what?
+
Ha ha, playas, congratulate.
+
Ain't no hatin' on this side. Where the money at?
+
That's what hustlin' is about, you heard me?
+
Master P, Silkk The Shocker, hustlin' till the izend.
+
Movin' thangs how we get it, we gonna get it, how we livin'.
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, TERRY LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC





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