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"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 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. |
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"I Ain't Takin No Shorts" (Master P--Talking) Told y'all Y'all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, fuck 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 fuck around, I ain't lyin, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck y'all gon' fade me? How da fuck y'all gon' play me? Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out Who try to fuckin play me Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't Thats money in the bank, how da fuck 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, fuck these busters Who da fuck 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 fuck, 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 fuckin 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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"I Represent" (Silkk--Whispering) Wassup Its time, bitch Where you from? I represent Casket ridin bitch Fuck 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 fuck (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 fucks next? What the fucks 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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"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 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 |
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"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 (2x) (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 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 put 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 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 motherfuckin 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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"1 Morning" (Silkk the Shocker) Woke up one morning, hang over from last night I was drunk as fuck 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 fucked 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 fucked |
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"How We Mobb" (feat. Master P) (Master P--Talking) Haha Ungh! Once a-muthafuckin-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 muthafuckin hills Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better fuckin recognize (Master P) I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name I'm in it for the money, fuck 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 fucked 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 fuckin movies (Chorus) |
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"Ain't 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 fucks 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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"Ghetto Tears" (feat. Master P) 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) |
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"MR." (feat. Master P) (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) |
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"It's 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 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 |
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"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) |
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"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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"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 Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck, 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 fuck if I murder another ghetto nigga Cuz I'm a hustler, cuz I'm a killa, who gives a fuck 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 (Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17) I got that K with the beam (Fuck 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 fuck 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' fuck 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 muthafuckin 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 fuck 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 muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin Puttin niggas in muthafuckas 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 muthafuckin 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' muthafuckin hizeart Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck 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 fuck if we kill each other, nigga Y'all think about it |
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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 f**ked 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**kin dyin Chorus I (2X) |
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