Ghetto Rain
[Master P]
Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
that's a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I got to feed my lil' brother, I got to feed my sister,
I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
[Chorus]
The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive
the ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive,
and I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die.
[Master P]
UUGGHH!!!
It's da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies
see that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died.
And some fools say it ain't no justice
and other niggaz say it ain't no peace
that's why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.
See my daddy made me a dealer
and my cousin made me killer.
See that's why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was with da rest
and my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
and I see so many ghetto people go to jail
and live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat
on murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that.
And since I'm black and I'm rich
they see to overlook It's me advise
first class niggaz tryin' call da police tryin' to book us.
Ain't that a bitch, I done made millions
and still goin' through a thang
That's niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.
[Chorus]
[Silkk The Shocker]
It's like I'm rich and poor
I open the world and slang dop
it's the world changes knowand changes I thorp.
I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn't made it through
so with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
the ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
My hommie, Never did no crime but lien' up in the hearse
thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.
Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin'
you ani't wanna smile but your tender smile always see me clownin'
I trade my life to make the world better
trade everything I got including life
to bring back my brother Kevin.
See I spit the realist shit
tryin' make yo'll feel this shit.
Yo'll tryin' put the finger on our side,
livin' middle bricks livin' this shit.
See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
but we had to ride buggies
mom wanted better things for me
but private school was way past our budget.
So if I'm happy and I'm smilin' and I'm camouflage my problems
the only way I can really solve them
if I really grab and revolve them.
So I grab it and I cocked it
I was going to pop it.
But I stop, forgot I was rich.
what everybody not rich.
Every month so close to gettin' no profits
my only hustle, I told them to stop it,
but can't really knock it.
Everybody died up in game
everybody tryin' to maintain
wall from out da ghetto,
close my eyes and still see the pain.
Sometimes I just get fed up.
To all my souljas worldwide
I know its hard to stride.
Keep your head up!
[Chorus x2]
If It Don't Take Money
Steped out my house wit some Daniel Greens on
House wit Versace and shit but I just throw some jeans on
Picked up my phone,called my niggas but they wasnt at home
Shit mo like this(beep,beep)leave a message after the tone
Front back side to side in my 64 just cause I rap everyboby see me everybody
start to hit the floor
I be like ugn ugn dog I don,t do that shit no mo
Everybody come on everybody get they jewels and wallets and shit evrybody get
up of the floor
See I got a benz I can choose either the white or the black one
Dollar billz I stack um
Hallz full of platnium
Ugh un and ya'll don't want to try to jack son
Last nigga that tried,he died
Wish you could ask him
Use to walk In the bank be like I know he a thief
Now I walk to cash my checks with no I.D.
Everything I drop picture this It got to be sick
Like he ain't far from C.E.O. so that nigga got to be rich
Put It like this every week of the year cop me a six
Do the sports year one year then cop two lottery picks
I'm tryin to ball I could give a fuck what yall got
My motto Is why get a car when I can buy the car lot
(Chorus)
If It don't make dollas It don't make sense
If It don't make dollas then It just don't make sense
If It don't make dollas It don't make sense
I'm bout to represent I'm to get presidents
It's like mo money mo money mo money
No Limit the only way to go know why cause that's foshow money
(Chorus)1x
I went from, holdup I'm trippin ahhhhhhhhhh oh yea I know I went from rolex's
to better rolex's
The plane kind to the kind with big head bezel's
Cutlass to benzes to a house on the hill
Worth more than a mill and I still keep It reel
I got more style nigga than haircuts
Let my nuts hang to the floor they bigger that beer nuts
Now you can ask p when you she him he'll tell ya dog I'm priceless
That's why my jewel's and shit will remain iceless
Now either your with me or against me dog
You did'nt like me before you really ain't gone like me no why I ain't
begining to ball
I did charge It to the game nigga In less than two weeks
So I'm a take my time on made man and do It In 3
Now when I rap ya'll gone to have to feel my flow
Other rap niggas make one hit and never hear them no mo
That could never be me though
Before I stop silk the shocker then turn C-E-O
Money money money thats all I know
I'm trying to figure out I'm trying to have enough to get all my dogs up out
the ghetto
(Chorus)1x
It's like mo money mo money mo money no limit the on way to go
Cause that's foshow money
(Chorus)1x
If It don't make dollas then I don't want to make It
If it don't have four or five zero's behind it I don't wan't to take It
If it's a lexas why get a three when I can get a four
Why drive a five when I can drive a six
If It's the dope game why buy a once when I can buy a brick
Instead of buying a four I brought a four five so I can hide my wrist bitch
See most of my time Is spent up in the air
I'm on a airphone talking down to the mayor
It Takes More
Halloway and (Silkk the Shocker) Chorus
Everybody wants to be a mobb figga
It takes more than soldier gear, to be a soldier, nigga
Boy you ain't a gansta, unless you down to ride
(Silkk the Shocker), Made Man, (GC), wise guys x2
Silkk the Shocker:
I'm in to win it, sky's the limit, nigga I ball till I fall
I got a click full, its like fuck it, I'm lettin loose all
If you real, you real, if you fake, you fake, ya'll niggas tryin to be
hard
But the problem is you be tryin too hard
It's Silkk the Shocker and GC, meet me uptown
Third ward, CP, apartment 3B
We mobb niggas, we made niggas to real niggas, to rich niggas
Bitch nigga, to the cave nigga
Now ya'll really wanna play nigga
If you going be a soldier, then be a soldier
If you wanna be a thug, then be a thug
Make the right call, can't be a killa and drug dealer, tasty, lights off
You gotta be ready to go all out for the clout
Four in a half, no doubt
If it's a showdown you gotta be prepared to go down
Real niggas make the world go round
And what
Chorus x2
Valerio:
It take more than them boys
and where you from to call yourself a click
Nigga we deep as the abyss
Its all about that foolishness
Just let me cross the niggas sayin they want a piece of the GC's
When I release these, I engage to they fucking species
So me me at the BATTLEFIELD motherfucker
Still bout that blocka blocka, still bout that bucka bucka
Still runnin with the hustlers, the gangstas, the killas
The flossers, the ballers, the fucking made niggas
Spade:
Fucking round right up a mobsta, no second guessin
Most notorious in my profession, murder, no question
Ghetto Commission, oh we made niggas, respect the flame
Thats burnin motherfuckers out the game, ain't nothing but a thang
Mafia reign for '99, niggas sportin such thangs
A pinky rings and the rolies with the diamond bling
Its a money thang, syndicated crime at it's finest
We got NOPD and the feds runnin behind us
Chorus x2
Halloway:
These niggas practice what they preach,
fucking beef with Silkk theShocker
Mistah Mistah mistah Halloway, just call a fucking proverb
Split you like you in trama (you want drama)
From the waste up, to the face down,
I'm a fuck around, and that's a motherfucking
My glock goes bang bang, buck when I fuck
We pullin rain, read them diamonds on my takn, nigga that means bank
No Limit, no gimmick, we made motherfuckers, make you spin
We bout to take over the world, if you test us, bitch you finished
My images is dredlocks and glasses, straight up whippin niggas asses
You fuck wione nigga in dis click,
and you gettin dealt with by themasses
We in court and outta court for putting niggas on life support
We ain't about to face no time, bitch we mobsters, we got judges bought
Chorus x2
(Silkk the Shocker)
Fuck
Motherfucking wise guys nigga
Made man nigga
Organized crime, ya heard me
Made Man
[Silkk]
Last Year I was the help, This year I'm the boss
You don't like it? Fuck ya'll, they'll find ya'll niggas lost
Fuck with real niggas, mob figures, not tru niggas that's soft
I talking about visiting some of you niggas, some of you niggas is talk
I always been a made man starting I was a teen
Through the streets where I knew how to hustle
so the Don put me down on his team
Told me ya down to take a chance
Ya gotta be down to dirty dance,
If so the world can be yours, so I put my life in his hands
I know I'm up in the game but I learned quickly
Told me to live good but wouldn't give it up when they come to get you
Told me never make moves with your heart
Never snitch if you get caught,
never trust nobody a 100 percent realize anybody can be bought
Everybody got a price
Money's nothing without power, respect, loyalty it's a way of life
You've been chosen to be the Made Man everybody gotta turn
but it's rules to this shit that everybody gotta learn
So go from poverty to riches
before I rule, choose my girl
Today it's the streets, tomorrow I rule the world.
[Chorus]
I want the world the and everything up in it
No settling this time, this time, the sky's the limit
Power, loyalty, respect, from the cradle to the grave
I wanted to rule and I did, the day I was made, I'm a Made Man
I want the world the and everything up in it
No settling this time, this time, the sky's the limit
Born leader, cradle to the grave
I wanted to rule and I got my chance the day I was made, I'm a Made Man
[Silkk]
I want the finer things, the cars, house, and diamond rings
wait patiently cause I know that time will bring it
I'm a Made Man touch it no mo, I don't touch no coke
I'm a made man, fuck it, I don't even show up for court
Judge tried to give me ten
pointed the middle finger cause I thought he was trippin
I can tell him why every nigga I had beef with, them niggas wind up missing
Used to be broke but now it's nothing but dollar signs
Used to be convicted felonies
but now if I get convicted it's white collar crimes
Shit never been nervous, if I was never let it show
Cause of my baby face I did a lot of crime but they let me go
usually females come to get me
never ever leave no witnesses
If i gotta do it, it gotta get done, nothing personal just business
A Made Man with a vision, learned to master the system
My family never seen me, I just send them presents on Christmas
I want the world, take trips to Reno stop in the Casino
make a lot of loot, have suits designed by Valentino
I want the world and everything up in it, when I said it I meant it
Time to ride high but this time the sky's the limit
Some it feels like my last line, my last rhyme
gave the world to little brother never been nothing but the last Don
I want the world
[Chorus]
Mr.'99'
Mistah! Mistah! Mistah! Mistah!
Yeah that's me, yeah that's me, yeah that's me
Mistah! Mistah! Mistah!
Call me what you want
As long as you got Mr. in front
Mistah, yeah I did it
Mistah, yeah I hit it
Mistah, yeah I got it
Mistah, yeah I copped it
Mistah, four point six, know what's on my wrist
Mistah, gold and platinum both of em, know I switched
Mistah, I drop you
Mistah, I got too
Mistah, especially if I like it, shit, I cop two
Mistah, keep it locked
Mistah, keep it cocked
Don't let your ?? cause you know mistah hit your block
Mistah, luxury, look, know what I drive
Mistah, first class, look, know what I fly
Mistah, taylor made so you know that I'm shy
Mistah, check my credit card, know what I buy
Mistah, call me that because that's my name
Mistah, you took the loss so charge it to da game
Mistah, creep with the tek, mistah takin respect
Call me what you want to, just don't call me collect
Mistah! Mistah! Call me what the fuck you want
Mistah! As long as you got mistah in front
Mistah! Call me what the fuck you want
Mistah! As long as you got mistah in front
Mistah! Mistah! Mistah! Mistah!
Yeah that's me, yeah that's me
Mistah! Mistah! Yeah that's me
Mistah! Yeah that's me
What
Mistah, like baller
Mistah, shot caller
Like I roam my block so it's like, mistah New Orleans
Mistah, C.O. nigga, see the flow nigga
See the dough nigga, see the six double O nigga
Mistah, no I'm not a pull a chick
All yall frontin in a four or a five, I just pull up in a six
Mistah, hopped out the whip, hopped in the kick
Mistah, got cash but I got more to get
Mistah, ??? players don't be fuckin with you haters
If you is I just holla at you later
Mistah, like larger then life, multitalented with the mic
Multitalented like, rhyme fourty days and fourty nights
You wanna challenge me right, you be livin off of hype
You might win, sike, mistah!
Mistah, MVP, cash checks with no I.D.
Mistah, N-O L-I-M-I-T, yeah that's me
Mistah, rowdy rowdy
Mistah, bout it bout it
Mistah, got your girl
Mistah, shock the world
Mistah! Mistah! Call me what the fuck you want
Mistah! As long as you got mistah in front
Mistah! Call me what the fuck you want
Mistah! As long as you got mistah in front
Mistah! Mistah! Mistah! Mistah!
Yeah that's me, yeah that's me, yeah that's me
Mistah! Mistah!
Look look, yeah that's me, yeah that's me
Mistah!
It Ain't My Fault
[Craig B]
What's really happenin?
This shit again for the 99
Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal, and Craig B
It still ain't my fuckin fault
Ya heard me?
Chorus
[Silkk The Shocker/(Mystikal)]
(Uh ohhhhhh!)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
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) x2
[Mystikal]
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 goin do, how they goin ruin my day
Not none of them niggas be talkin like that when they come round my 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
Chorus x2
[Silkk The Shocker]
Ahhhhh, 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
Mistah 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 goin bust
If you ever see like that you know them niggas aint with us
It ain't my fault if my name spell cash
It ain't my fault if your girl got my name tatooed 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
Yall 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
Chorus x2
[Silkk The Shocker/(Mystikal)]
Made man (that's that rapper)
Mistah! (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 hoe boy)
That's Nino Brown (G Money) and I'm Vito...boy
Chorus x4
[Silkk The Shocker]
Yeah.
From the east coast
To the west coast
North, midwest, southside
All my dawgs
It ain't chall fault, It ain't my fault
Don't be mad at me
I'm makin it happen ya heard me?
Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker
No Limit
Silkk (Fiend):
NO LIMIT (4X)
(Nigga spell that shit you represent, Shocker)
N-O-L-I-M-I-T
(What kind of ride you got from all that hard workin, boy)
Range Rovers, Lex Rollers, Benz, Lexus, Jeeps, Jets
(What's the type of bitch niggas No Limit don't fuck with)
Fake, snitch, jive hatter, punk, sucka, busta, coward
(What kind of niggas you love to make your money with)
Thugs, Gs, ridas, soldier, ballers, playas, hustlers, money makers
(And what's that feddy, what's that name for that feddy)
Scratch, scrilla, mulla, doe, paper, duckets, cheese, green
(Now Silkk bust that made man shit)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yo, yo, I come into the room like I was high on dope
Shit's Bitter
Rhymes out till my mutha fucka's call time out(time out)
I'm a tank dog plus I bank yall, plus I outrank yall
Like I can't ball, what the fuck yall niggas thank dog
I ain't sure I can't fall, nigga
Bodies full of tatoos, break all the rules
Too much to lose, I can't fall
So nigga how u want me to do it, mean how ya want me to rap
Want it fast flow, ROWDY, or laid back(shit)
So is that all you sayin nigga sayin
Play back, can't beleive you'd say that
Been doin this from way back
Just 12 missions with 4 tracks
you know that i been with the in crowd
Business style, been while
Shit fuck the dumby, fuck the money
My earrings cost ten thou.
The taller i get the moment I get, in fact
If I grow 7 feet, shit I could retire from rap
So when I go on, hardcore never go soft
Shit i'ma throw the fuck off,
Somebody call me a shrink, don't even blink, I don't think
Djuo wanna fuck with me, like that cuz I'll beet ya ass so bad boy
Won't even think bout fightin back
I'll put one in your chest, done it for less
I want the cash, none with mental stress
Don't feel love, kept my heart up under my vest
If not the coldest, atleast one of the best(huh bro)
I say thangs people scared say, Dj scared to play
But I'm Silkk the Shocker, get my doe from underground
Add it to my scale it's another pound
Here's to all yall questions
So many gots to wonder now
Rumors get me kinda mad
Mystikal:
Yall done done it now
Silkk:
I'm Silkk the Shocker, down and dirty
You mutha fuckin heard me?
If rap was a sport, when i'm done your gonna have ta retire my jersee
1, yea that's me Silkk the, Shocker
Mystikal:
Yo Silkk, how many shots it going to down 8 niggas
Silkk:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Mystikal:
That's it?
Silkk:
Maybe not
Mystikal:
How many niggas gonna b left after you do that
Silkk:
8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, (I mean) None
Mystikal:
Tell them niggas how much money you working with
Silkk:
M-I-L-L-I-O-N-S
Mystikal:
Yo, nigga, where we takin this shit to
Silkk:
East coast, West coast, North, South, Mid-west
There you have it, fuck it
Ahhhh, ha ha, fuck
First I'm looking at, I look at your strange ass bitch
It's Going Around Outside
Silkk:
Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute
It's like when, I was in the ghetto
I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere
And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free
But God, I got so many questions
I just want you to anwser
Help Me Out...
Rico (from Sons Of Funk):
I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)
Move on, coming out right
Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying
All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in
peace)
I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)
Chorus:
But I wish it would rain
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain
It's going around outside
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain
It's going around outside
Rico:
My best friend's house payments behind
Now he lives in the park outside
Mary complains about the money she makes
I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)
Silkk:
Yo'
Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good
Ya' know what I really wish for change
But it seems killas and drug-dealas
But they stereo-type me as a thug
Hard to see clear
Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
never was in love
It seems domestic violence is always the problem
When I go home (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
See my grandfather died in the war
And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
Only things my kids ever GOT!?
Was a trip to the ghetto
Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and with all this money I got
They can't be saved
We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black
We all struggle, we act like
We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
Feel my pain
It's better that you know
But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough
I lived better than most
Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
I gotta homie that's doing 99
He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine
I know it's not
And ya' know what? It's even worse
They got us killin' over turfs
I don't know when the last time I went to church
Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt
In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
Thinkin' they can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large
God I have a question
Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)
Ya' know what I'm sayin'
Killin' over dolla bills, paper
Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us
And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
We gotta realize we gotta problem
And the government? The only time they care, is election time
And they seem to think the only solution is
Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right
But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
Pac)
And all the fallen soldiers
Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence
Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around
Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already
I'm out
(It's going around outside)
Southside Niggas
[Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah I got love for the world, east, west, north
I gotta do this one for the hood, ya heard me?
So when ya'll ask me where I'm from
This is where I'm from
So fake niggas don't ask me no shit
[MP]
Man what the fuck you mean where I'm from nigga?
You know where I'm from and how I come
No Limit nigga represent it cuz I'm in it
Check this shit out gangster made No Limit
Southside, we be them southside niggas
From the southside, we be them southside niggas (3X)
[C-Murder]
I'm a killer from New Orleans
Smoking weed, selling quarters
Tru niggas count bank
leave you dead up in a stank
ask the colonel I'm the captain of this motherfucking army
young niggas getting killed if they try to fuck they homie
ask the world if we bout it
ask my block if I'm rowdy
No limit tatted on my arm
Only dead niggas doubt it
niggas fighting on my verse when i mothafucking curse
from the ghetto to the clubs all i see is mean mugs
From the southside, we dem southside niggas (4X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
picture me giving fuck about these niggas feelings
mean mugs nigga ain't nothing but 7 figure thugs
and niggas still fighting in clubs nigga, what
Say the wrong words
talking bout throw yo hood up
and matter a fact
that bitch whoa now, throwing up the third
nigga nigga nigga, two guns usually how i walked the streets
take everything steep that means i don't be flossing no beats
So i give a fuck if you do, give a fuck if you don't like'em
I say Ahhhh and everybody start fighting, ( What's Up )
nigga murder murder and kill kill the shit is real
guard yo grill
nigga what, straps up
niggas getting they caps filled
I'm thugged out
niggas fight till the blood out
nigga used to be playing in the clubhouse
now he comin out the drug house
nigga what it's Dirty South
Ya heard about
nigga murder clout
we ain't playing
nigga what cha saying
we can squash it
we can go the dirty route
nigga what
knuckle up knuckle up
if you fake knowing ya get snuck
if you ain't from here don't throw that shit up
South Side
From the southside, we dem southside niggas (4X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
Ain't right in this bitch
I'm trying to get hype in this bitch
fuck some shit up
have my niggas fighting and shit
you fuck with me that shits likely to happen
nigga I'm a mothafucking thug
nigga i don't really like to be rapping
I'm from the mothafucking city where niggas like to be jacking
I don't play low
i play right in the middle of shit cuz i like to be scrapping
we ain't nothing but some southside motherfucking niggas,
so i come thru I'm coming thru with some southside niggas come with us
motherfuckers respected or check it
you know how we do it
come thru motherfucker we used to it
southside niggas, what
southside, we be some southside niggas
southside, we be some southside niggas
southside, we be
This For My..
[Fiend]
Look alive, recognize, my man Shocker
Money, power, fame, ya know I'm saying, whatever
But listen, who you really do this for Shocker?
Tell em what you really do this for
[Silkk]
This for my thug niggas (huh), what, my drug dealers
From the pound to mix around, hard to give you a hug niggas
For my key and a half niggas
Facing 10 but took a plea for 3 and a half niggas
For niggas who look the four corners, sit in the dark
Ghetto shit, ghetto niggas, the ones that spit when they talk
Shit, nigga put shots, better believe they be hitting your heart
I can't stop, everything that I drop
what they doing?, hitting the charts
This for the real, the fake I just can't respect y'all
This for the one with the 3 hearts in the cut
only use the phone to make collect calls
This for my real niggas that be holding they ground
In the middle of the projects, still holding it down
For my Thurston House niggas
The triple beam niggas
The ones that scheme niggas
To get the cream niggas
I mean the ones by any mean niggas
The ones that keep it real, that keep the steel
Always survive, gotta ride nigga, creep to chill
To all my East niggas, my West niggas
my South niggas, my North niggas
The ones with no heart niggas
the ones that set it off from start niggas
The ones like me, that's popping in the game
If you tell em once, they ain't listening
I come back, and I'm popping them things
The ones who put lies in they names, so hit the block
See that biggest nigga, tell that, yo, nigga you gotta raise up off the spot
You got til 12 o'clock to raise up
good bye or I'm coming back with the gauge up
For all my niggas that be like Silkk's my dawg
For all y'all niggas that be hating, I be like fuck all y'all
This for my niggas
[Fiend]
This my motherfucker, ya heard me?
Yeah, Shocker, Shocker, Shocker, yeah.
Friend, friend, friend
[Sillk]
What? Huh? Huh? Huh?
This for niggas like P
I mean niggas like C
Niggas down the bars, niggas that's down to ride for me
I put in your chest, put in your vest, put you to death
I don't give a fuck, I feel like I'm a second from my last breath
Nigga fuck, I mean
this is for my niggas who gotta like, pay they rent
Before, they just reach in they pocket and all they see is lint
This for my niggas
Y'all know this for my...
[Fiend]
Niggas
[Silkk]
This for my, this for my
[Fiend]
Niggas
[Silkk]
This who I do it for, this for my, this for my
[Fiend]
Keep it moving
[Silkk]
Yeah, my real niggas and my real bitches
[Fiend]
Keep it moving, y'all
Keep it moving, y'all
This for my, this for my
[Silkk]
My niggas who be thugging, my niggas who be struggling
My niggas who be hustling, all my dawgs, I don't care which color
This for my real niggas, my ill niggas, my chill niggas
My niggas who down and dirty, the ones who get it how they live niggas
My niggas with little dough, like T and Little Joe
Want to congratulate ya, don't hate ya, `cause ya got a little more
For my No Limit niggas, my project niggas
My out there niggas (Where my niggas at?)
Respect that nigga (Where my niggas at?)
This for my balling niggas, my shot calling niggas
All my niggas, especially my New Orleans niggas
This is for my rowdy niggas, my bout it niggas (Bounce!)
Silkk the Shocker live, (Shocker live nigga) nigga
Audi nigga (Shocker live nigga)
You Know What We Bout
(Master P) Yo Silkk
(Silkk) What up?
(Master P) Tell Jigga we need 4 apples,
2 bananas and 5 oranges
(Silkk) You sure?
(Master P) Nigga, he know what I'm talkin 'bout
(Silkk) Aight, I'll get him on the phone
(Master P) From my block to yo block nigga
the world belongs to who?
[Verse 1]
(Silkk)
The world belongs to us
you can do what you wanna do
what you gon do? Huh? What?
The streets belong to us
you can do what you wanna do
what you gon do? Huh? What?
Yo from the south to the east nigga
From the streets to the burbs
I fuck wit that when they talk
the speech just be slurred
you know me Mr. Got dough, Mr. Got flow
Couldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em so
Mr. Got both
if you hate me stop, if you jealous
Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P, Roc-A-Fella
used to cop bricks for 30
now i do nothin but sit back and drop hits
ya heard me
i ain't nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard me
drop the top when it's hot
if not call Jay tell him blow the mall up and
come and shop in jersey
you know what i did, you know how i come
you wouldn't even think about testin me dog
if you know what i done
didn't change a bit, i'm still thuggish, still thuggin
niggas ask how much money i got do math
you know how to add I'm P little brother
shit, i can't tell y'all nothin i gotta show y'all
real in this, I'm as real as it gets I told y'all
yo i sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain
would have knew about me but you don't
cause know why, cuase you was sleep when i came
but i'm here now, y'all suckas fear now
look, plan on bein on top, don't stop
plan on being hot year round
i don't do it for no love, i do it for the thugs
do it for my block, do it for the v.i.p spots in the club
it's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call cocked dice
we ain't nothin but some
bout it, bout it niggas that live the Hard Knock Life
[Chorus]
From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
we out the door, ??? and the flow don't stop
you know what we do, you know what we 'bout
you know what we do, you know what we 'bout
From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot
we out the door, ??? and the flow don't stop
from the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd
you know what we do when we come thru, ya heard?
[Verse 2]
(Jay-Z)
In the south nigga
Deep in the four door, watchin that old dog
or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off
poppin' my foes off ain't nothin changed
or catch me on the block with thugs knockin the o's off
baggin that 'dro nigga, stackin that dough
clappin at foes and i'm laughin at hoes
holdin them dice and i'm breakin yo bank
you see the shit Roc-A-Fella make wit The Tank
even without the airplay platinum off of heresay
it's your year jay get off my dick
been my year, you talkin to a winner here
iceberg winter's wear, linen chair
my style in tact, my money ain't come from rap
and we can take it right back if it comes to that
block or Billboard, you gotta feel dog
I stay real y'all, that's how i kill y'all
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
(Master P)
I used to rap, now b-ball's my life
who that house on the lake for? the kids and wife
check the bank account, it's seven figures
who that Rolls in the video for, it's mines nigga
I got game, ask the players in the pro's
who got shot, it ain't my fault, he owed me dough
independent, black-owned, my world, my country
No Limit and Roc-A-Fella run this like drug money
So can I get a huh, huh? A what, what?
pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puff
from the south to the east baby, baby
a couple of ugh's now they gotta pay me
and flip bricks wit ghetto chicks with no ???
and nine's with no clips and sides wit no chips
come fast or slow, from cheddar to dough
Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z
the rowdiest niggas you know
[Chorus]
(Silkk)
Get ya money dog
Get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog
Get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog
Get ya money y'all
Get ya, get ya money do
Get ya, get ya
From the south, to the midwest
to the east, to the west whatever
y'all get y'all money y'all
from my block to yo block
it just don't stop
Got Em Fiendin
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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' gangsta party (what?)
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party
Hook (x2)
Silkk The Shocker:
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
I'm about to fuck me a girl but I'm gonna fuck 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
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
chorus:
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 dont understand it
CHORUS
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 cemetary to the penatentary
life is so hard now bet ya leave it
CHORUS
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 fucks 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]
Free Loaders
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 {2x}
[Silkk]
Well check this out, I steps on in
I dips on in, she be thinkin ride home
I be like holiday in, 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, think they gets the guns
Cause I ain't no joke
They can ride fo' free they 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 gon' die crazy, but die crazy 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 dip...
[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 a ranch
[Silkk]
Nah, some gin and rum.
I want somethin when you sip on, clothes just gone slip off
You know how I wants 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 the 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
The club be the best place, the 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 muthfuckin 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 muthafuckin gold around my fingers
You can out some muthafuckin 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 motherfuckin hizouse
And motherfuckers P stand fo' pimpin, playin, pushin
Whatever the fuck you wanna call it
I'ma let y'all nigga now 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 motherfuckin skirts is beatches
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
MR.
[Master P]
Mother fucking 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 fucking shit
Ya'll better believe that
MR.
Mother fucking 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 fuck 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)
Murder
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 muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked 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 fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck 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 fuckin 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
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck 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 (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck 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, fuck 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 muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
Chorus (2X)
[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 fuck 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 (2X)
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin 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 motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to
Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin
Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin 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 motherfuckin 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.
My Homie
[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 (2X): 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 fucked 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 fuckin dyin
Chorus I (2X)
[C-Murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuck em, and rest in peace Kevin Miller
Chorus II (2X): 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin
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
muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin 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 moet (???, fool) toastin to you fool. Huh, we done took over
this rap game nigga. Let them niggaz up there know what's happenin'
No Limit Party
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 fuckin 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 fuck ya'll bitches (fuck y'all niggaz)
Fuck ya'll bitches (fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 cunt
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 muthafucka, hell, yeah)
Do the niggaz run this muthafucka, 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 fuck
I fucks first, and say fuck 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, fucks 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 fuck 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 fucks one hoe two hoe three hoe four
And if I get some condoms, I'ma fuck 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 fuck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
Fuck 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 fuck you, bitch
Chorus
So fuck you hoes (fuck them niggaz)
Fuck you hoes (fuck 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 muthafucka?
Hell, yeah
(Do the ladies run this muthafucka?)
(Hell, yeah)
Muthafuckin No Limit party, nigga (Ungh!) nigga
The Shocker
[Silkk]
Wassup, wassup?
Straight up muthafuckin' gangsta (muthafuckin' 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
muthafuckas 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 fuck with
So you niggas need tah step the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck
Why I OUTTA!
Fuck You UP!
Nigga be hatin'
So proud that they dont wanna fuckin' fight
Cuz I done fucked his woman
and now all her girls have been fuckin' 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
It's Time To Ride
[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
Fuck this
I'ma leave that nigga stanking
What the fuck 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 fuck its on when I catch em
It's time to ride
Bust em
Fuck em
[Chorus]
It's time to ride
Who's gonna ride