Foolish .......... Master P / Mo B. Dick / Magic

Nothing Stays The Same .......... O'Dell & Porsha

Don't Be Foolish .......... Snoop Dogg / Dax / Kurupt

They Don't Hear Me .......... Fiend

Let's Get It On .......... Marvin Gaye

School On Lock .......... Lil' Soldiers

Get Yo Mob On .......... Crooked Eye From Steady Mobb'n

Like A Jungle .......... C-Murder

Whatchanogood .......... Mia X

For The Love Of Money .......... The O'Jays

For Money .......... Sikk The Shocker

Jungle Boogie .......... Kool & The Gang

Runnin' From The Police .......... C-Murder

That's That Shit .......... Mystikal

Nigga .......... Ghetto Commission

Put 'Em Up .......... Mr. Serv-On

Yes Indeed .......... Kane & Abel

Aqua Boogie (A Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop) .......... Parliament

(Master P Talking)
See I've Benn like Goin through a few minor dificullties
You know Me and My Girl benn gettin into it
She done left
I lost a few loved ones
But I'm a Hustler
That's why they Label Me a Fool
Aint That a joke...

(Master P)
Look Into These eyes of a fool see broken dreams and lonely nights
stressed out days
Tv With no antenna
Just prentend theres more losers than winners,
And some times I say " UGGGGGGHHH" To release my damn pain
Or pick up the phone to call my grandmama cause she kept me in the game
Before yall say nothin prama , cant emagine life with out big mamma So many
snakes and killas, jackers and piranahs.
See This game Got me way Deep,I pray the lord I wake before I sleep
See some say your friend be your emney,
Dont trust no one but your family
But All the love I show when I'm around
I wonder if they show us that when I'm down
See you a king when you sittin on top
But you a fool when you finaly drop
I Thank the lord for every thing I got and its No Limit Till My times
Stopped. Uggghhhh!!!!

(Chorus) ( Master P & Mo B. Dick )
(Foolish.... Mo B. Dick In Back Round )
Fool... Cause U Cant Fool Me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me
Call Me a Fool But You Cant fool me

(Magic)

I Never Tryed to Be Like This......

See I Came Up Different diddent have a lot never had a lot of food on the
table top
I know where you came from I know it was hard for a soldier like me in the
dirty south
Ran with the boys who were serving clucks
Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck
You know where I Came
But Look In My Eyes I hungry as hell I'm Ready to Die
My familys ashamed cause I'm caught in the game
Take me out the 9th ward and mabye I'll change
Call me a bad seed cause I smoke my trees before I Brush my teeth I'm Allways
in black Ready to ride
No Limit is my only reply
I'm screamin it when I'm leavin see the fire in these foolish eyes
Dont Give a Damn about the Po-Po
Find a ride with my brotha on my girl then I'm solo
Ghetto Vet With No Athority
The President should of pardened me
Y'all Better Hope I dont lose it
Jump in and act clean in palaceds sittin on 20's and act FOOLISH!!

Chorus X 10

(Master P Talking... Magic In Back round )
Ha.. Ha.. Ughhhhhhhhh!!!
Call me A fool
Call us a Fool
But U cant Fool me thoe
You cant fool us cause We Bout it Bout it and Rodwdy Rodwdy!
Told yall it wasent no limit baby
We just gon act a fool then, thats what we gon do magic, Master P and Mo B. D
Some more foolish brothers trying to make it happen u heard Me!
The Dirty sou.. Never Judge a book buy it cover
Represent
From the 3rd to the streets
To the south to the east,to the west, and to the north boy
Act a fool but dont be a fool about you paper...

(Beat Fades out......)

O'Dell & Porsha
It's foolish to hide the pain
Cause nothing can sheild from the rain
We know nothing stays the same
Stop holding it in, don't play no games

O'Dell
Everytime I close my eyes
I just start to fantasize about you and me all alone
All our hesistation gone
Let's stop the foolish games we play, we play
I lose control more each day, each day
These feelings just won't go away
I'm sceaming just to make you stay
All give you what you need
Love and touches, extacsy
I can't go another day like this
Cause it's foolish, foolish

O'Dell & Porsha
It's foolish to hide the pain
Cause nothing can sheild from the rain
We know nothing stays the same
Stop holding it in, don't play no games

Porsha
Why should I hold my feelings inside
It's hard for me to realize
That if I wanna make you mine
I gotta stop wasting time
When we first met I felt a chemistry
Like it could be more between you and me
It's hard to look you in the eyes
Cause my feelings I cannot hide
Thinking about you loving me
In everyway and everyday what can I say
But let's stop being foolish baby
It's nothing to gain a player love game

O'Dell & Porsha
It's foolish to hide the pain
Cause nothing can sheild from the rain
We know nothing stays the same
Stop holding it in, don't play no games

Snoop Dogg f/ Daz, Kurupt

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo dogg, niggas always asking me
"Is the muthafuckin DPGC still together?"
Niggas gon ask me
"Dogg ya'll still together, I heard ya'll broke up like the fat boys."
Nigga what, nigga this Dogg Pound for life nigga
We ain't going nowhere nigga
In matter of fact, you actin foolish right now with all that shit you kick
Nigga everywhere I go niggas be actin foolish
And uh, I'm a deal with that shit DPG style

[Kurupt]
I'm a rider, the first local stock pilot
Now what the fuck made you think the DP divided
Moving on up to the top of the map
Because gangsta will be here till the curl comeback
I'm moving down to block D, me and my homies
The Dogg Pound would rock overseas, immense degrees
No bitch niggas in the circle
Beat a nigga in his face till his fuckin eyes turn purple

[Daz Dillinger]
I told myself watch out for my family and health
I got my shit together, got the gauge up shelf
Knowing the rules have chose to hang out with the dummies and fools
Old school Poda Dada that I knew from way back to school
Attitude shitty, kept it raw and gritty
Uncut, me and my dawgs fuckin it up
What up

[Snoop Dogg]
Fuckin it up, fuckin it up for life nigga, Dogg Pound, ya heard
If I hear another nigga talking about what he gon do, to who
To me and my crew, nigga the grey and the blue
You through, you knew you shouldn't have done that
Now how the fuck you figure that we wasn't gon comeback
The D, the P, the G to C
Westcoast's finest and I'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga shut the fuck up, get off my dick

Chorus
Don't be foolish x2

[Daz]
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the G right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta fool, thats gangsta, keep it gangsta fool

[Snoop Dogg]
Trip, we got more dough than rock up, more niggas to lock up
You niggas need to strap up or pack up
See because this world we live in is crazy, and the people they so sick
See why I keeps it gangsta and I ride with the sickest clique
And when it comes to gun play, hell yeah we the quickest biach

[Daz Dillinger]
And oh my momma and my daddy, grandpapa and my granny
Homeboy you can't fuck with this

[Kurupt]
Smooth when we come through
The DP when we come through the gangstas is in the house
And all you muthafuckin niggas and you muthafuckin bitches
Get a muthafuckin dick in your mouth
I'm a gangsta I thought you knew, G'd up, grey and blue
Dippin through on the coop, made you blue
Kurupt and Snoop, Daz in the muthafuckin bomb ass clique
We gangstas nigga, laid back thinkin I tell you how it is in the hood
Where all my homies at, straps in Cadillacs
Hittin switches like e'yday, livin like the G way like e'yday, DPG-C

[Daz]
Hook

[Snoop Dogg]
Chorus x4

Just bullshittin man this dude done told me the Dogg Pound broke up
Wait till I catch that nigga, I'm a beat him down
Wait till I, wait till I catch em
Dogg Pound ain't gon never break up cause that's favorite group
They gon keep on commin out with albums
Wait till I catch this nigga, he lied to me
This did done tell me some stupid bullshit
Wait till I catch that muthafucker
Man don't be foolish and believe that shit
Shit man, don't be foolish
Don't be foolish, nigga

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't be foolish nigga, don't be foolish nigga.

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg

I'm the hardest thing out here, watch a young nigga doubt this here
About this here, nothing really taking me out this here
I got this here, smoking plenty pot this year
You see this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here
I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear
Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here
Who really wanna test the tank, well then come stop this here
A lyrical come come this Jones is on top in here
Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here
Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here
Not in here, nigga watch this here
I keeps the dub about the give it the fuck up
Cause somebody gonna pop they top in here.

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me

Got up the game for bigger cash, keep one up in the hand just to let that
trigger blast I'm smoking weed just to keep from whippin ya'll niggas ass
Wanna picture that, a bucked up coming out faces screaming out gimme that
You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that
Cause where I'm from, these streets is where you kill to be pealed
And what you claim bitch you better be real
Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill
And you should know tank doggs don't heal
Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back
I woulda turned firm when a mack that would didn't blast
Fiend, Get It On Jones, ain't nothing sweet
Your guns from heat cause No Limit still run the streets
Woo

You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they hear me
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
But I don't think they heard me

thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then come on, oh come on
Let's get it on, oh baby
Let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on
Sugar, let's get it on

We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we got to being
Let's live
I love you

There's nothing wrong with me
Lovin' you, baby no no
And givin' yourself to me could never be wrong
If the love is true, oh baby

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful
Life can be
I'm asking you baby
To get it on with me

I ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna push
I won't push you baby
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush

Let's get it on
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' about
Come on baby, hey hey
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please get it on

So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on darlin'
Stop beatin' 'round the bush

Gonna get it on
I wanna get it on
You don't have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves ya
Let me groove ya... good

Let your love come down
Get it on, come on baby

Yeah, all my tank doggs
Salute my squad ya'll
For Quan, you heard that Pavo
Alburn ya'll, now dance with this beat yo
All this money, eh gotta get it
Ya heard me?

I'm in the 2nd grade, used to rock face
Got my braids back just to show it just to let 'em roll
I know it's a payback, when I'm home or my way
Caps, lil brace used to stay back
Second grade is where the fun is at
We be gettin' stacks with ya'll and stan jack
Can't hear ya'll, holler back
Whoa, you wanna call us off, look here
Third graders got the player around the whole school year
This school lock down your third grade style
We be rollin' out ya'll in a single file
Meanwhile all the kids in my grade drink lemonade
They pay now holler if you hear me
One time for all my third grade compadres
Two times for all the girls that be gettin' it
Three times for all the dimes on the subway
Yeah stay lay when you talk please don't spray

Chorus
3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st and the 6th grade don't stop
2nd grade got the school on lock
3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st and the 6th grade don't stop

I got to school lookin' cool, not a fool
Whoa, ya'll forget what 2nd graders do
Two smooth and a hard plan
Gen-yo-bwa, who who
That's the car, yes yes, ya'll
Feind Quan the bomb doing it, flippin' it
???? english are you feeling this
That means my lyrics is mad style
You can walk by all the girl be saying hi
Timmy the F-R-double E
Key way in, in the 2rd g-r-a-d-e
Whoa, who want it bad, do you want it bare
Badla got the horse in the saddle
Anywho

Chorus x2

Uh.
All my niggas worldwide nigga.
Oakland, New Orleans, L.A., The Bay Area, New York.
Fa sho nigga.
Shit rough out here.

Let's get this cheddar dogg, open up the shop and wait
Get the spot locked and still don't nothin move but the money
Get your mob on, load it with this Oakland game
Get the fortune, let them suckas pay the price for the fame
Duffle bags like Pheonix, with cash that's stacked up
Room full of killers that's quick to act up
Packed full of thugs, just my dogg's and me
With a tank full of soldiers ready to die for me
Tramautized by the game so my life's been raw
No regard for a coward so nigga fuck the law
I get's my smash on and get's my blast on
To get my dash on, to get my cash on

Chorus
Get yo mob on, do yo thug thang
To all my niggas that's deep in the game
Get yo shine on and stay close to your heat
And get down to the sounds of the M-O-B x2

Now unwrap the bricks and chop the zips up
Move all the product and round the doggs up
Gather all my niggas tell em time to eat
Now it's cross seven o'clock nigga, the night's on me
Machines movin loads, the whole block on flow
Pull out the briefcase, give my doggs a go
As I go route it up, you's the M-O-B
Congratulations, operations movin the brick caprise
Get our smash on, doin our thug thang
Now all my niggas holler deep in the game
Yeah, havin money and stackin some change nigga
Yeah, now we stackin some change nigga

Chorus x2

Tell ya nigga, this life is a motherfucker.
You only get one shot at this shit man.
Niggas right nigga, fuck all that hatin.
Bein in niggas motherfuckin business nigga.
Them No Limit niggas, Mr. Bavgate, cleve.
Me, Crooked Eye, alias Alfonso Sausa nigga.
Ya know, get yo mob on.
Do yo thug thang.
Nigga, No Limit.
Beats By The Pound, Craig B.

I'm here to let the world know I'm hard to the TRU
You can't conquer my soul
Bossalinie, a living legend
With physical evidence, the world, full of corruption

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Random hits on the block, young homies packin glocks
Picture me a TRU villain, visualizin fools dyin quicker
Murder Murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence, of a homicide
Life gettin tooken faster than the egg leave the womb
Consider me endangered cause I know I'm dyin soon
Twenty-five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, haters cain't overcome my bullets
Went to jail, tryin to get paid, still on a rampage
Jumped behind some bushes, dodgin cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper
On a daily basis, can't sleep, with nightmares of dead faces
And watch the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
Check his weapon, it's a shame he got his boy blood on the muzzle
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely, he phony
He got the whole hood waitin on the ceremony

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

I take a deep breath as I blaze this green mixed with hash
and trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
My homie Bad A$$ laid it down, he told me,
"C, real figures, gon' always be around
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls"
And much love to them Thugged Out Outlawz
Backstage, choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
and to my thugs in the grave, we miss y'all
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nuttin
I read the Bible say, every death mean somethin
And TRU soldiers make the world go 'round
Picked up the black history book and can't seem, to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes that an unliberated life is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya
we'll burn this place down, cause them holocaust days is over

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Hmm, it's like a jungle out here baby (like a jungle out here)
From the streets to the top of the world (the world)
It's changin, and you got the eye on you, you don't even know
The eyes that's watchin yo' life, youknahmsayin, but uhh
we gotta maintain youknahmsayin evade all the problems
and danger brought on by accounts of struggle (struggle)
in society, a.k.a. the streets, a.k.a. our enemies (out enemies)
Black leaders (black leaders) keep doin what you doin (ya heard?)
P (P) keep doin what you doin (keep doin what you doin)
Know me -- I'ma keep bein the mouthpiece, for the hood
for the streets - cause I told ya, it's like a jungle baby
(straight up jungle) so keep it real (keep it real)
guard your grill (guard your grill) stay safe (stay safe, ya heard?)
(peace, it's like a jungle baby, it's like a jungle)

[Dick Hurse]
Ey, won't ya'll cut it off for me out there.
(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two)
And one.
How ya'll doing?
Welcome to Joe's Cozy Corner.
Home of The Silent Devils And The Young Fellas.
It's your host Dick Hurse.
Tonight we got Mama Mia and Craig B and the Funk Nasty Band.
Asking ya'll whatchanogood?
Whatchanogood?
Boy get your hand out of that girls skirt, I see it.

[Mia X]
C'mon, I was going down, baby let me know real quick
Now who you wanna fuck, who you wanna like with, huh
The niggas over yapping, them bitches out there betting or their dough
High then them bitches going to give me it back
Ass going all nonsense, common sense bitch
Mama striaght from the streets but I chose to retreat
Wha, and elivate my mind, right rhyming, spit game
Let the cocaine rise cause I don't need 'em migrains
Shake names, straight niggas or the sticky situations
New crowds, I play dumb but still I spray 'em
Mysterious Mia X, infamous dangerous
No Limit gorillas bust, foolish that ain't us
My ways, they stay the same
Either I love you or hate you, I diss you or date you
I make you or break you, play you when you play me, an eye for an eye
Treat muthafuckers the same way that I wanna be treated
I'm open, eat it up, lick it
But the condom on and hit it when I'm hot

When I'm not get the fuck from around me yo
Cause do it on my main concern is dough.
Tell 'em clowns yo.
Get the fuck from around me yo.
Cause do it on my main concern is dough.
Whatchanogood.
Give me the hook ya'll.

True niggas and my true bitches
I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
C'mon ya'll
True niggas and my true bitches
I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
C'mon ya'll

My independant biches grabbin' glasses, get 'em up I say
I'm coming through with the hen and the alazay
Baller broad, no doubt, pissing straight, with style
Before I'm thirty I'm a buy my third house
Take it out cause, yours is yours, and mine is mine nigga
In other words I don't need no nigga
Figures is high six, and gangin' like my lynch
Degreeded compliant licks with haters gon' die quick
The figures with fly bitch is me at the dinesh
Your hieness, queen of the South, droppin' bomb shit
You dime bitches don't wanna go there
You knuckle heads ain't a fueded hair on my black panther
I step tagged, got it ready for you totes
Represent the true bitches gettin' theirs and mo
Show a nigga it's good for conversation it would
Now throw a nut, take the leash off and what
That's how you do it ya'll
Times is hard and life's a bitch so we can't entertain the foolishness
Be bout your work

Floss the jewels, push the six, sip the cris, but buy the house first
Whatchanogood
Floss the jewels, push the six, sip the cris, but buy the house first
Whatchanogood

C'mon now, whatchanogood, whatchanogood

True niggas and my true bitches
I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
C'mon ya'll
True niggas and my true bitches
I ain't never gonna tolerate the foolishness
Now wave it air, ha, whatchanogood
For all my soldiers trying to shine in the hood
C'mon ya'll

Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
Gimme, gimme
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
Gimme
Playing the muthafuckers came to get party crunk
Momma Mia and the go go funk
C'mon ya'll
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
Gimme, gimme
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
Gimme
Playing the muthafuckers came to get party crunk
Momma Mia and the go go funk

I say
Sometimes I feel like I don't give a fuck
And times I tear shit up
But all the time I keep money on my mind baby gotta get the creme
Ya'll know what I mean
Sing it with me
Sometimes I feel like I don't give a fuck
And times I tear shit up
But all the time I keep money on my mind baby gotta get the creme
Ya'll know what I mean

I say, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
T'werk your body now
Bend over, make it touch the ground
I say, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
T'werk your body now
Bend over, make it touch the ground

I say whatchanogood ya'll
(Whatchanogood ya'll)
I say whatchanogood
(Whatchanogood)
I say whatchanogood
I say whatchanogood ya'll
(Whatchanogood ya'll)
I say whatchanogood
(Whatchanogood)
I say whatchanogood ya'll
(Whatchanogood ya'll)
I say whatchanogood
(Whatchanogood)

Money money money money, money (6 x's)
Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me y'all, do things, do things, do bad things with it
You wanna do things, do things, do things, good things with it
Talk about cash money, money
Talk about cash money- dollar bills, y'all

For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the street
Because they never know who in the world they're gonna beat
For that lean, mean, mean green
Almighty dollar, money

For the love of money
People will lie, Lord, they will cheat
For the love of money
People don't care who they hurt or beat
For the love of money
A woman will sell her precious body
For a small piece of paper it carries a lot of weight
Call it lean, mean, mean green

Almighty dollar

I know money is the root of all evil
Do funny things to some people
Give me a nickel, brother can you spare a dime
Money can drive some people out of their minds

Got to have it, I really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Some people really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Got to have it, I really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Lay down, lay down, a woman will lay down
For the love of money
All for the love of money
Don't let, don't let, don't let money rule you
For the love of money
Money can change people sometimes
Don't let, don't let, don't let money fool you
Money can fool people sometimes
People! Don't let money, don't let money change you
It will keep on changing, changing up your mind

I need money (money), mo money.
Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money.
Money, money, look nothing move but the money.
Money, money, that's all I want, that's all I want.
I want it look.

You found me where the papers at, where the capers at
I don't ask for a motherfucking thing, I take the scratch
Look I, franchise wearing, a franchise wrist
I'm franchise look, I need a franchise chick
She ain't gotta be tight, she ain't gotta be that rich
She just like I tell the other bitches that my nigga's the shit
Black on black, step out the house
with a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black
Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact nigga I always stay strapped
It's the game plan, I gotta win, I can't afford to lose
I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes
You know me, the nigga with the six four frame
With a six four cock back and hit your brain
You know the CEO nigga, ya'll done seen before nigga
See me get dope and don't tell a popo nigga
I don't give a fuck, I hate ya'll type
Yeah I might know ya but we ain't nothing alike

(Chorus)
Now nothing move but the money, that's all I want
Nothing move but the money nigga, that's all I want
Nothing move but the money, that's all I want
I'm on top cause I do what ya'll niggas don't, look

Catch me playing ball with Shaq, and points from real how to act
I did a shootin' range, shoot the mack, when I bust for me to shoot back
See I'm nigga put the game that's why I'm on top
I can sit eight seasons cold even when it's hot
Come on drop the top for my Impala and shit
Nigga I'm out to get paper spit some dollars and shit
See how many ya'll niggas could follow this shit
I got an attitude fuck the whole world, I gotta get rich
Ahh, and cap niggas screaming shit, niggas gleaming the wrist
You seen the six, seen his wrist, nigga you seen his chick
This shit that ya'll spittin', it's meaningless
Everything ya'll claim you did, I done it
And if I got, man fuck ya'll nigga, I'm a flaunt it
And if I don't got it I motherfucking want it
Bitch I sold keys, I smoke weed at PE I got blunted
Fuck the hatin', I pull off that paper shit
Gotta love me or either motherfucking hate me bitch
Gotta hate my flow, nigga hate that I got dough
And if I spend it all bitch I can make some more

(Chorus)

Keep it hot, I keep it locked, guns I keep it cocked
Runnin' on the shop like I runnin' on the block
Keep one up in the top, like one up in the drop
Spit till I spit, can't spit no more it don't stop
Like I live fast, I'm addicted to cash
Ain't a thief but sometimes I just forget to ask
I like say what the fuck I feel, nigga do what I want
If you don't like it, fuck, fine, nigga we can take it to the trunk
And I get the spittin' in your brand new six
Spittin' if you even with your motherfucking chick
Spittin' if you with you motherfucking click
But fuck it I'm just spittin, I'm just spittin the spit
Fuck it thick, yeah nigga what
Fuck that, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I told yall
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit
I got my idles so fuck it, I buy that shit
You only live once so like I floss my shit
Give to the poor, a nigga like floss on a wrist
Yeah I got a few dollars but I don't even spend it no more
I'm trying to save up, for what, so I can buy the ghetto
I'm out to get money nigga
Mo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the motherfucking money

(Chorus)

Gotta get yall money nigga.
Nothin move but the money.
Everything else is irrelivant.
Nigga yall gotta be willing to get what yall want nigga.
By any means.
No Limit nigga.
9-8, 9-9, 2 G nigga, whatever.
I'm out to get mine.
Oughta get yours.
Silkk The Shocker live in this motherfucker.
I'm out.

Get down, get down - Get down, get down
Get down, get down - Get down, get down
Get down, get down - Get down, get down
Get down, get down - Get down, get down
Get down, get down - Get down, get down
Get down, get down - Get down, get down

Ahhhhhhhhhhh !

Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get it on
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get it on
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Get down with the Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Come and shake it around)

Jungle Boogie
Help and get down
Jungle Boogie
Boogie Baby
Jungle Boogie
The Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Bruhuhuhu
Jungle Boogie
Get down
Jungle Boogie
Get Boogie
Jungle Boogie
Let me jump in
Jungle Boogie
Down with the Boogie
Get down, Get down, jungle boogie, get down, get down X6

Uh, yeah
Feel the Funk you'll
Let me feel the load

Get down with The Boogie
I'm gonna knock with The Jungle Boogie
Get down
Get down with The Boogie say
Ough!
Get down, say Ugh
Get down, say Ugh
'Til you feel it you'll
Get down you'll
Get down
Get Funky ya'll
With the get down

C-Murder, Mystikal---Runnin from the Police

Chours (C-Murder)

Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the motherfucking police

Verse 1 (C-Murder)

The got a warrant on my head, wanna see me dead or alive
Why, catch the news at five
Roundin hundreds, pullin kickdoes, I'm poppin' no does
I can't sleep unless I make it across the border
Mexico, Cancoon, hope I make it soon
On the beach with a freak looking at the moon
And the stars, cause the police cars got me spooked
Everytime I see the boys in blue
I wanna run and get the gun and start bustin' for fun
Hid in trees never waitin' on the outcome (outcome)
Will I ever see the penn or will they ever capture me
I don't know, I'm just running from the police

Chours

Verse 2 (Mystikal)

I'm the nigga thats coming with the gun puttin them shots up, shots up
Smoking dope and running from the police, nigga now watch out, watch out
Uptown niggas to the downtown killas, handle your business, stealing niggas
On my mind, cock it up, straight it bout to scare them niggas
Till they grab me, then the bitch gon' frisk
I say 'fuck business' and the bitch close this
Huh, you roughed me up and that bitch they copped me up
You bitches gon' have to straight up fuck me up just to shut me up
Fuckin' right I got the gun, these niggas ain't playing
Smell like weed because I've been smoking weed, what you sayin
Man, so see I can't stand the five O
Always fuckin' with somebody, then I'm broke

Chorus

Verse 3 (C-Murder)

Taz, taz on my motherfuckin' trail and it's hard
Try to hide in the ride when I make it to the northside
Dirty gat in the Lac with the broken tail lights
If they catch me they gon' read me my rights
Sike, many years, many felons, many two elevens
Booquo stores they cause in the motherfuckin' murder charge
My rap sheet is kind of long but I'm strong
Word is born, it all started when I listened to a rap song
Hella blunts, gettin' blunted, never stunted
Now I'm running like a dummy if it's sued in some fast money
I gotta creep cause them motherfuckers after me
And I'm running from the motherfucking police

Chorus x2

One, one, one, one, one.
One, hear I go, mic check, here I go, mic check.
One, one, one, one, one.
That's that shit, that's that shit nigga, that's that shit.
(That's that shit)
Ya'll smell that shit?
That's that shit.

That's the reason the bitches be trying to get the worm out the zipper
That's the reason niggas gon' have to learn that I'm the ripper
I scrape off crumbs and turn 'em into nickels
Bounce 'em into dimes and turn 'em into flippers
And I can't come around, like you do your rhyme, cause I'm different
You can't make your shit sound like mine cause it isn't
I run whether it's top of the line, get your mind right nigga
Murder was the case cause I shine at night nigga
The man with the braids in his hair, two tounged live nigga
Let him fire nigga, I ride with five niggas
Live from the west, bring it back home
Ducked off in the Burnerville, blowing up the zone
Strollin', cutting up on my cell phone
Hundred miles per hour in the wind and I'm gone
Watch them jails find the twenty inch wheels twirls
Hoes hatin' in the back, fuck 'em girl
I stand up like a pitch, swing the big dick
Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch
I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay
Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair

I know you hear it, I know you hear it, I know you hear it
That's that shit nigga
I know you smell it, I know you smell it, I know you smell it
That's that shit nigga
I know you feel it, I know you feel it, I know you feel it
That's that shit nigga
I know you scared, I know you scared, I know you scared

I come in the bitch to put my two cents on a two inch
I'm tearing down the fuckin' building and the blue prints, any sign of
intrudence
Tear your ass down, make that ass look foolish
Raise your hand and talk to the teacher, no, students, students
I like to sing a about the boota and the tooters
Smoke the purple bubble gum, merge crazy blue vooda
Ya'll past tense, I'm the black prince ruler
Sharp shooter, I'm chopatula, to talula
Point black bitch, gone, gone
Full blast turning up the water all the way on
Hi, my name is, Mystikal
I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door
When I come around in this muthafucka your arms fall off
You can't touch me, your jaw broke, you can't say nothing
Fuck around and let my second wind kick in
I better be makin' it sound like the booty that the dick went in

That's that shit, that's that shit nigga
Yeah, that's that shit
Yeah, that's that shit nigga
Yeah that's that shit
Yeah, that's that shit nigga
Yeah, I know you smell it, (I know you smell it)
I know you smell it, that's that shit nigga
I know you feel it, I know you feel it, I know you feel it
That's that shit nigga
I know you hear it, I know you hear it, I know you hear it
That's that shit nigga
Is you scared, is you scared, is you scared
Cause that's that shit nigga

I got that shit.
That's that shit nigga.
I keep that shit.
I own that shit.
That's my shit.
Bitch, that's my shit.
Uh, fucks wrong with you nigga?
Bitch.
Get the fuck off.

[Halloway]
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside

[Spade]
Nigga nigga, we the type to bomb first (on that ass)
You the type to get your brain burst, face on a t-shirt
Now you the type of nigga that be lovin them hoes
Trustin them hoes, we the type of niggas that be fuckin them hoes
Now you the type that be stuntin but ain't bout nothin
And we the type that whip your ass like you stole somethin
You the type of nigga that be yappin your mouth
We the type that put the gat in your mouth, slugs flat and your out
We them niggas them hoes askin about
Cause they like it in they ass and they mouth
We them boys makin noise out the south (GC), got the money, got the clout
The Commission trigger clickin, nigga what the fuck you bout

[Halloway]
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside

[Valerio]
Who them type of niggas that be ridin in the ninety nine
GMC gettin they shine, we them type of niggas
Who them type of niggas that be bouncin in the clubs
To them thugs, go to show me love, No Limit type of niggas
Who them type of niggas that be screaming GC
Smellin like a pound of weed, I'm that type of nigga
Who them type of niggas that run the Westbanks Streets
Totin heat to make a nigga leap, we them type of niggas
We the type that got it made in the shade
You the type playa hate cause we paid
You the type to floss in the mall
We the type waitin in the parking lot
With that motherfucking pistol sayin, bitch, I want it all
We the type of niggas that got motherfuckin stacks in the bank
You the type of niggas that's tryin to pull rank

[Halloway]
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside

[Halloway]
I fuck with them niggas with moccasins on they black No Limit jerseys
See we the type of niggas that be millionaires 'fore thirty
Yall them type of niggas that be beggin for favors
And we them type of niggas with a whole lot of paper
Rolex fuckin shining, diamonds that be blinding
Halloway's the type of nigga Master P be signing
Yall niggas envious, wait for me to fall
See I'm that type to fuck your wife just to piss you off
Born and raised in Gretna, yep, born and raised in Gretna
See I'm the type of nigga that'll have you in a stretcher
Cause I wetcha, and I betcha you the type claiming I ain't bout nathan
Yall need to show a nigga love and stop all that fuckin hatin

[Halloway]
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside
(Nigga) If you bout it cock it back and bust
(Nigga) Do you really wanna fuck with us
(Nigga) It's eye for eye, either ride or die
(Nigga) Any problems we can take it outside

[Mr. Serv-On/(Big Moe)]
(Serv, Serv, stop that nigga man.)
What's wrong Moe.
Nigga what you lookin for them big hoes?
(Yeah I'm lookin for them big hoes man.
Them niggas done stole my motherfuckin pussy man.)
Oh, I got ya, I got ya.

[Mr. Serv-On]
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said

I told you little young niggas don't move, nigga don't make a murder case
I don't fuck around no mo'
If you got something of mine nigga
I'm coming to your muthafuckin' house and kick in your fucking door
I know it ain't where you from, it's where the fuck you at
But a nigga told me if I come to this muthafucking city
I better be muthafuckin' strapped
But guess what nigga I'm a do mine, and throw out the muthafucking knife
So when you come down here to New Orleans nigga
You better put you hands up nigga it's fight time
Cause I can swing with the best of them nigga, blast with the best of them
Fuck with the best of them
Hold my tank of the middle of all the niggas and say 'fuck the rest of them'
You better excuse me nigga cause I love the muthafucking south
And guess what, I keep my little brother coward with me and knock you the fuck out

Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said

Just because a nigga made a little money,
you think I ain't down with this gangsta shit
Come on let me catch you arising uptown, nigga I'm a fucking jack you bitch
V-90 pass me a motherfuckin rap and what
For all you niggas that know this Heinikan and Hensen,
nigga the fucking killers will never stop
I made more money on my release date then some you niggas made or your whole tapes
To say about my money, talking bout'
respect my muthafucking city and how the fuck I want
I roll with killers nigga, know a few cap pealas
I done fucked around with alot of out of town dealers, nigga I'm a fucking big wheeler
I ain't the type of nigga that sit around this bitch and talk about what I got
Best believe me nigga when I come around this bitch I'ma tell your whole fucking block
You don't know me, you don't wanna fuck with me, you can't touch me
You niggas can't rush me, nigga all you can do
is kiss this muthafucking tank, you can't fuck with me

Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said
Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what the fuck I said

Craig B, where the foolish muthafuckers?
I ain't playing hoe.
KL, Big Moe (Big Moe)
I caught that nigga, I got the pussy for you baby

( Kane talking)
This what it's all about once again huh.
Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash.
You get on that block, you make my money.
You make my money good you pissless trash.

Chorus (Kane & Abel)

Only real niggas roll with me
Hit the block gun cocked, nigga pass the weed
Hustle we'll never knock, recognize the G
TRU playas indeed, TRU yes indeed

Verse 1 (Kane)

It's foolish how they be lovin that niggas shit like a bitch
Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch
Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl
Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
My niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
Police on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime pays
Fuck you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get paid
Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play,
bullets get sprayed with no delay

Chorus x2

Verse 2 (Abel)

Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curb
These bitch ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
A nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead
Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red
Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes
Ain't nothin no love like a black rose, might hit they mama with a four four
They call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane
Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame
Come on

Chorus x3

(Abel talking)

Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.
American Meat, '99 nigga.
Any nigga that fuck with us, foolish as a motherfucker.
Like we said on the last motherfuckin record.
You run up, you get more holes then a golf course bitch.

(G Clinton, W Collins, B Worrell)

Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah!
I am Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk
I can't swim
I never could swim
I never will swim
Oh, put me down!
Let go my leg! (Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah!)
I told ya...will you shut up!...I told ya I can't swim! Ha hOwww no!

Put me down, I hate water, ho

(Hah -ah hah -ah hah -ahhh)

Will you shut up!

(Aqua boogie baby) Never learned to swim,
(underwater boogie baby)
Can't catch the rhythm of the stroke
(Aqua boogie baby) Why should I hold my breath,
(underwater boogie baby)
Feelin' that I might choke (Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah!)

(Aqua boogie baby)
Things ya blow through, because of things ya swim through
(Underwater boogie baby)
Why hold your nose to spite your face (Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah!)
(Aqua boogie baby)
With the rhythm that makes you dance to what we have to live through
(Underwater boogie baby)
You can dance underwater and not get wet, OH!!!

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop
(Put me down, let go my leg OH!)
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop
Psychoalphadiscobetabiohumanyouloop

I hate water, let me go, put me down! Hah-ho
You're all wet!

(I'm at the boogie baby) Never mean to drown
(I'm Underwater boogie baby) Can't comprehend all the strokes
(I'm at the boogie baby) Why should I hold my breath?
(Underwater boogie baby) (he's deep) Feelin' that I might choke! Oh!

(Aquaboogie baby) There's a magic rhythm one with the a real drum (?)
(Underwater boogie baby) Why blow your nose to spite your face
(Aquaboogie baby)
With the rhythm it takes to dance to what we have to live through
(Underwater boogie baby) You can dance underwater and not get wet.

Boogie with who? (Boogie-boogie with me!)

I am the Nose (Ha-ah, hah-ah, ha-ah)
I don't swim
I don't dance (Ha-ah, hah-ah, ha-ah)
I don't swim or dance (Biohumanyouloop)
I'm too cool to swim, or dance
I'm ------?------- (Underwater boogie baby, underwater boogie baba!)
(Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah!)

(Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop)
I don't even sweat (Psychoalphadiscobetabiohumanyouloop)
(Underwater boogie baby, underwater boogie baba!)
I'm cool

(Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop, Psychoalpha......)
Go head wit 'cho funk!
(Underwater boogie baby)
Put me down
Turn me loose!

Ahh, let go my leg, I hate water! (ya-ha!)

Oh, leave me alone

You're crazy!
(Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop)
Ohhh.....hah ... stop it!

Oh there you go again,
Oh it feels good, oh it feels good!
Oh it feels good
I am the Nose, leave me alone

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloops
The motion picture's underwater, starring most of you-loops

(Uh!) Never learned to swim
(OH!) Can't comprehend all the strokes
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop
(Underwater boogie baby! Yeaah Ho!)
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloops (Underwater boogie baby!)
A motion picture underwater starring most of you-loops
(Yeah ho, ha ha get on down)
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloops (I am the Nose!)
A motion picture underwater starring most of you loops
( ----?----- fool baby!)

(Hit me!)

Bioaquadooloop (Ah ho! Ha ha, get down!)

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloops
A motion picture underwater starring most of you-loops

Ha-ah Ha-ah Ha-ah! (x6)