Intro .......... Master P

Meal Ticket .......... Master P

Situation On Dirty .......... Brotha Lynch Hung

What Cha Think .......... Mystikal

Come On .......... E-40 / B-Legit

How Ya Do Dat .......... Master P

Don't Mess Around .......... Fiend

If I Could Change .......... Master P / Steady Mobb'n

Faces Of Death .......... E-A-Ski / CMT

Down & Dirty .......... Tru

Much Love .......... Mia X

Pushin' Inside You .......... Sons Of Funk

Before I Die .......... Mr. Serv-On

For Realz .......... Kane & Abel

Lock Down .......... Mac

Heat .......... Skull Duggery

Murder Murder .......... Ghetto Twins

Ride 4U .......... Mr. Jinks

That Thing Is On .......... Mo B. Dick

Who's Who .......... C-Loc

Cops Runnin' After Ya .......... Prime Suspects

Game Tight .......... JT the Bigga Figga and the Fast One

Why They Wanna See Me Dead .......... Gambino Family

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[Master P]

My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!
Pushin in weight, from state to state,
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"
I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"
Now P be dat new kid on the block
36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets
?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin
Label me an alien, just like Outkast
Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
Cause I'm bout it, ya'll know I'm rowdy,
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets

[Chorus:]
Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X]

[8-ball]

8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
These hoes can't touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
?Hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!

[MJG]

Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave

[8-ball]

Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon pay me
Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask MJG

[MJG]

Who be I? MJG, he be me!
But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
One of us ?? when ya hungry, I do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
About that money, where my ticket?

[Chorus (8X)]

[Pimp C]

Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin' on the leather, and I'm grippin on the wood.
I'm feelin on the ?? ballin in the ?slant back?
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what I said,
How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
Lickin my ass if ?? be the deala

[? (other dude from U.G.K.)]

Suck the nut up out a ?? bucket slow down suave nigga,
Now bitch I be the prison pushin' everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin'
In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, I'm
rollin bait, Them fiends come out, they know they got to ?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde,
and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas
Where we out?

[Chorus and fade]

V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit
Killa, yeah
Today's out to be recognized

[Verse 1]

I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
than in the cemetary and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
we was off that chocolate thai
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
and I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy
Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine

[Chorus 2X]

With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out

[Verse 2]

Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin
My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue
Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP!
My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash

They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situation
real filthy and I got ta get mine

[Chorus]

With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out [fades]

Time to get with ya
What ya think nigga
Time to get with ya
What ya think nigga

I already done told ya niggaz
Shit I showed y'all niggaz
When I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
Here me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start bubblin I get fystie
Laced with cyanide
hard education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across hypely
Closer than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction
You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going under
If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you putting out
probably ain't gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up
Couldn't keep up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap composer and performer
Map located on the southern corner
I'm making the way like they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave
When them bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to change things
We stuck on the same thang
Stealing draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the bank
Nigga what the fuck you think

[Chorus]

What cha thank nigga

[Verse-2]

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, smoke herb
Walking this thing throughout your suburb
Got young niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they come
ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered
Low down dirty
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad
I'm gone make them look at you
the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no relevance
I'm striving on intelligence
And changing like them elements
If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you think its time to come up
And profit off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake
You bests to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers
ask that nigga Master P
It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang
Nigga, what the fuck you think

[Chorus till fade]

Bitch I'm a hard head nigga
So don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me
Catch me dippin to some screw
Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck
I ain't no punk nigga this be mine for cease before them chippers and
cheese see we thievs

Give me some Valumes and some Robuttus and watch me do it
Dip my cancer stick into some imbalming fluid
Show your I.D then pass it right back to me cousin cause see I'm a minor
and these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys gone bum
rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows
Yeah that's what I thought
I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place niggas
tippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face

(Distorted come on)

A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess
Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest
Number three ( three ) don't be fuckin with me
Number four no more toe to toe the only way to let these motherfuckers
no is to flex
Wip they ass up leave em' bleeding like a cotex
Boy we one tight bad ass clique
Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks , spillin beans
tattle tellin

We be thievin, caniving they way that we surviving
No this bitch that's ballin and tonight's she's callin
Wantin to know " What's up B when we gone work it up"
If we can go kick it and smoke
Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel
I'm on my cell thinkin yeah I'm cool with that
Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get he f cheese
Pimpin is a game and I'm lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis
skirt

(Distorted come on's)

Bitch I'm dedicated you know, to this mob shit
Talk back , fuck that get your jaw split
Raw spit , that's what you niggas pay me for
A Hundred Thousand fuckin off down in Vegas Hoe
And you know we the one to get the function bumpin
No shit we the clique bullshit ain't nothin
See you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they old
schools bitch

?? With the windows up man with the heat on heat on
Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on ??
I say it said producing rapping hustlin that's my bread and butter
You niggas better hurry up cause there's money in this motherfucker
(money in this moneyfucker)
Reverend is so hard to find like good boy's
Cause shit be droppin have your ass
pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline

[Master P]
Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there
New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there
Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there
Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there
Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there
Florida, Arkansas How you do that there

[Young Bleed]
Nigga say who that, heard they want do that
Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black
My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on
in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we don't care

[Master P]
See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy
painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock
Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care

[C-Loc]
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care
How we do that there, how we do that there
how we do that there
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care

[Fiend talking]
My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again
First forgive me for my sins
Past, present, and future
I ain't eat in a couple days
All I'm trying to tell you
Is this here, I see a oppurtunity to eat
It's them niggas sleeping across the street
And I'm go get em' [gun shots]

I was a reject on the ghetto blocks
In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks (baby)
Quanties but I know nobody
In this contest I got to hold somebody
Got a gun name Scottie
And he bout to put his beam on him
I wanna if he know I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him (bzzzz)
Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I miss him
When I'm cappin' none of you take it personal
Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch
2 more got to go and I got the aim still [gunshots]
Don't blame this
I said you was go bleed when I greed
It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed
Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza
Broke it off to a J' everyday
For all the pay
My beretta say a better day
And I believe that nigga
Money go make souls leave that nigga

[Chorus x2]
You see I don't fuck around I don't even have to say
Cause all the G's around my way
Know that I don't play (nigga)

My mind already made that FIEND callin' the shots
(I'm callin the shots)
My nine already engrave we got the ride that's hot(horn honking)
It done got to hot in my neighborhood
So I'm a chill minute and make the flavor good
It's understood
That this nigga got to eat (I'm hungry)
So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets
My rifle keeps
My mind at ease at all times
Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes
My style brangin' the whole, put me into crack
My paper stack
Even though I did erase the black (so what)
Picture that
A survivor takin' and robbin' for his
I want to guide the surviving kids
After me
Next I done bought me some plastic glocks
And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks
I'm a beast some say I'm just like Gotti
Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie
Don't know karate
But I got some hands of steel
(slap slap didn't I tell ya bout playin huh)
But baby in these streets it's kill or be killed
Murderous skills
Ready to do what I gotta
Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar (come hollar at the collar)
Herion and powder
This shit go keep me in power
I want money as my mattress and take moet showers
Drug deals go sour
That's why my gat on the side
So want ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest alive

[Chorus x2]

I ain't to be fucking with I'm a Jones nigga
Born to get it on for the throne
The dirt I did got me named Capone
Blowin' homes
In revenge, for my partners and kins
Murdered many men
Some personal but mostly for ends
My sins
Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten
With the cocaine crockin'
I got the champange poppin'
Plottin up stragetted warfares
For my heirs, Nigga
I don't care
For that ? got me scared
Somewhere niggas made it home
With there loss souls
Heads I done toss those
Left in the crossroads (handle that)
The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the game
But a car full of niggas died crying my name
Releasing pain like Charde
But in my way (my way)
Split a blunt on the highway (highway)
Cause it was my say (my say)
I died that day but GOD told me finish my task
Hit the hash, grab all the guns and cash
And dash

[Chorus till end]

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
[4x]

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
it's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
and it's the children like ? turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
all the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

[Chorus 4x]

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days
All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
last night i had a talk with my momma
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
but what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But i still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain
I wanta change

[Chorus 4x]

Lord know, picute me ballin
trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
should have been a chemist, the way i work a triple beam
life, is like a page, I wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
momma worrying cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
cause your best friend turn into your enemy
crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
go on take me out the ghetto
I wanta make a change

[Chorus fade out]

I only got one life to live like the soaps
So before they take mines I'm puttin glocks to they throats
Kerplow! Adams Apple just got hit by a nine-millimeter slug this all
real this ain't no counterfit
Test these nuts nigga your shell gone crack and its gone take more than
just a Quiji board to bring your spirit back.
You lead yourself into this confrentation elemination of your bodily
creation now you just a patient.
A doctor death but not Kevorkian
You can turn the tails but you don't wanna see the tails of the scorpion
Faces of war , faces of anger, meet me face to face this ain't no
identity crisis this a mental phase.
A million and one faces I've got to know
Cause nobody surpass the wrath of Sir Skier the O
AK's, Glocks, with infareds and Techs on my swords for conquest as they
test my faces of death

[chorus]
Faces of death, Faces of death
Are you scared for your life motherfucker?
(You don't wanna see)
Faces of death, Faces of death
Are you scared motherfucker for your life?
(You don't wanna die) [x2]

Me muggin is how I set them up
A smirky wicked twisted grin suspicion alone just shuts them up.
Confusion arouses they brain like pussy do cause they don't know what I
can do to them or they pussy crew
I should tell them to recognize like Sam Snead but I got so many faces
its a warning they just couldn't heed
It gets greater later but not for haters
I snuff them like Space Invaders call me player hater assassinator
Damn these niggers make my trigger finger inch.
Fuckin with these menace to society makes me click shit
I gave triggers to niggers with no hearts
Turn niggers into stars and player haters into marks nigger
Don't you know its my debut and I can break you
The same track you used to conversate to can turn around and fade you
My production style is too complex
Music to me is sex and thats just one of my.....

[chorus (x2)]

My dialect breaks necks, watch me shatter niggers like glass, switch up
faces jump in my shit and haul ass
You damn right I got an attitude problem
My personalities switch with every click like a revolver nigger
You playin Russian Roulette with your life fuck your wife she ain't a
widow nigger I still fuck her every night.
You niggers got beef for 100% USDA sirloin steak and you niggers finna
get ate up wait up
This bullshit got my bloodpressure rising
Knocking you out like Tyson leave you fuckers fantisising nigger
I peal your cap like a safety seal its all real
My Mack 11's all steel makin ya'll kneel
And I got platinums on the wall to show for mine
You claim you the hardest you ain't got a damn dime
And where all your fans at they buyin' all my CD's off the shelf so they
can witness my faces of death

[chorus]

Yo we ridin' dirty, you don't know me bitch

[Chorus:]

Silkk and Mercedes together
Mercedes, Tru niggaz down and dirty
[repeat 2X]

[Silkk]
Watch your back when I be ridin
Cause I'm known to get down and dirty
Or should I say I'm bout it, bout it!

[Silkk]
See I'm, always sulkin like a bad kid
AK's under the mattress, automatic for static
Watch your back when I ride
Cuz I, roll with the tech and blastin will be uncivilized
Hat, like y'all niggaz heard me
I'm known to get down and fuckin dirty
Y'all bustas just ain't worthy
I live loose adn live frightless
I'm in a crowded room, cut the lights off, turn em back on
I got everybody's rings and necklace
Check check this, hop on the block, nigga
Stop, nigga out my mind, thinkin like a glock nigga
It's a risky business, ask Boz he'll tell ya
Ask P, he'll tell you niggaz, six deep is how us G's ride
On some gangsta shit
I'm down to kickin your fuckin door
But I'll spray this shit, y'all ain't feelin
I'm doin it for a meal
Stop pause for a sec, I'm ridin dirty, guard your grill

[Chorus 4X]

[Silkk]
I'm on some Beamer 740 shit, crazy retarded shit
Some rum bacardi shit
When I bust, niggaz run, cuz they know, I hardly miss
Potnas be trippin ever since I first made it
I'm bad like a first grader
Face like a eight grader
I'm on some shit that'll make the niggaz wanna jump out the game
I'm down to act bad, dude I got through, to make some change
By any means me dream is on the triple beam
Schemes twice a week to get my money of my cream
Y'all bitches ain't feelin, how I do it, how I won it
If you did it, I done done it, dope I count less than hundred
Got one of my block retaliatin, till we all fall
I'm out the supersport, bumpin, dumpin on all y'all

[Chorus 4X]

[C-Murder]
Nigga, I'm ridin dirty, like U.G.K. homes
If you can't respect the fact that I'm strapped, keep your ass at home
I'd rather be in the pen, more than the motherfuckin grave
And have my picture on the news, instead of the motherfuckin front page
I'm TRU nigga! so act like me to the fullest
I gots my finger on this trigga, and you know I'm ready to pull it
C and Silkk, commenced to bustin and that ass
Don't try to play me boy, we leave you layin up in a body bag
With P dog, the colonel of No Limit
That's my label bitch, so I gots to represent it
Like, Martin Luther King, I gotta dream
To be a, multi-millionaire, make hits and stack cream
With TRU tatooed on my back and my arm
Don't bury me a G, cause I plan to live long
Much love to my homes, dead and in the bushes
Reminiscin, pour our 40's, and smoke mad Swishers
Straight out the gutter, like G-blood
Silkk, C-Murder, TRU, down and dirty
We run this motherfucker

Yo, this for all the thugs out there
Hustlin, strugglin
Even with them 9 to 5
I gotta let you know that
Somebody loves you baby
I know I love mine
I think back to shit that happened

Now when we first met, my people really wasn't
Down for seeing me with a nigga who was thuggin
They told me you was trouble and wouldn't amount to shit
They said you'd hold me back
And give me plenty kids
They didn't even want to try and get to know you better
my dad was like hell no
And moms was like whatever
But never in my life have I felt this way
And I know that this is right no matter what they say
Even though you on the grime
Tryin to turn a dime into a dollar
You never to busy to holler
Askin bout my day my needs my feelings
Man enough to tell me what we got is realing
Toughing up my game, preparing me for these streets
Cause every brother don't treat every sister like a queen
You visualize my dreams and speak from your heart
Much love to my thug
boo I hope we never part
Lets make it last forever

[Chorus]

Through thick and thin and up and down
You have shown me love
So I'm gone be right by your side
Got much love for my thug

I remember when we got our very first little place
Not much furniture, but still we had each other
It was dead smack in the middle of the hood
But it was all good
Cause we be livin large once we could
But for now we was barely seeing pennies
I was waitin tables
And you was on the corner wild with them 20's
The land of plenty seemed so far away
But your bus rides and flights
Put it closer in eyesight
Long nights of cookin, cuttin and baggin
Kept your nerves bad and your eyes red and saggin
Staggerin in the door drunk
Pushin my accusations about them hoes
Time to flaunt
I was sure you was messing around
We start to fight
Even though I was wrong
You loved it when I stood my ground strong
That's why you kept me on your arm on your way up
My thug had me tight in his corner I got much love

[Chorus]

Now, here we are plush cribs and cars
You hold the title of the newest ghetto star
You gotta watch you back
Cause them niggaz out to jack
And you gotta guard my tracks
Cause them niggaz kidnap
You even made me pack a baby nine in my purse
Took me to the shootin range
How to aim and where to hurt
Make they families feel the worse
Cause loosing me your biggest fears
You said you wasn't even trying to shed those tears
So now I here that your having your flings
I just laugh cause them broads will never wear my rings
Have my things and
Most of all have your heart
We got the strongest ghetto love that will never part
So, when you fell I stood by your side
Took a stand in line
Never let them break me
Though they tried
Cause through it all I'll be by you thug
Real for you thug
Even kill for you thug
Much love

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]

You know, I know it's gonna be good girl
I can feel your water streaming down all around
Here's my love, am I qualified in your eyes?
I can feel myself deeper, deeper inside (pushin' in yo body)
Ohhhhh....lay you by my sideI'll let you light my fireI can see it in your
eyes

[Chorus x2]

Sho' feels damn good to me
When I'm pushin' inside of you (pushin' inside you)
Can't explain the way it feels
All I wanna do is be wit' you (all I wanna do is be wit' you)

[Verse 2]

Okay, enough of that four play
Somethings telling me that
Your body's soaking wet
So, here's my love, am I qualified in your eyes?
I can feel myself deeper, deeper inside (pushin' in your body)
Ohhhh..lay you by my side
I'll let you light my fire
I can see it in your eyes

[Chorus x2]

Ummm...it's gonna be good girlLet's go all night, all night
La da da, la da da, la da da, laaaaaa

[Chorus till end]

[Exhales]
Lord knows (lord knows), lord knows, only he knows
So many niggas say they true to you,
coward bitches, these niggas don't give a fuck about chu',
I know that,hmm, (really they'll tell ya though)
but before I go,
oh yeah cause I'm gon' go,
no doubt I'mma make this whole fuckin' world feel me
,east, west, north, everybody, south,
I don't give a fuck where, (if youdon't feel me),
in the pen, fuck that you will feel me,
you motherfuckers don't feel me I'mma make you feel me,
yo' kids feel me, yo grandkids feel me, yo momma,
yo daddy, you gon' remember me motherfucker,
all the way through history motherfucker,
all the way through

[Verse 1:]

I'm standing on this corner giving a fuck about one-time
Got this serve on my mind ready to get my pay on this fuckin' grind
I'm ready to let that bang go
Just in case some fool let his nine go
Cause I ain't living like no fucking ho'
I'mma split cho' wig and dance in your guts bitch
And leave my named tattooed on yo fuckin' nuts
I gives a fuck, cause my momma rent is two months behind
And if she miss anotha' month, her shit is back on the grind
And in my life shit gets no better
Never ever, just today received anotha' sorry ass letter
My lil' girl needs a new pair of tennis shoes
Cause tomorrow is my baby's first day of school
And when it comes to my baby girl
I gives a fuck about you bitches in this sorry ass world
So if you got it then I want it
If you flaunt it i'mma take it
I gives a fuck if you never ever make it bitch

Before I die i'mma close my eyes and let em' fly
If selling dope is the way I die then let me die
Before I die i'mma close my eyes and let em' fly
If bangin' bitches is the way I die then let me die
Before I die i'mma close my eyes and let em' fly
If jackin' bitches is the way I die then let me die
Before I die nigga,
before i die i'mma sho'nuff put my fingers on the trigger

[Verse 2:]
I'm sittin' in the church pew
Reminiscing the pain I put my momma through
I'm thinking about the life I live
And all the pain I use to give
I guess I'm giving back what the lord gave me
When he took my daddy and my grandmother from me
Sent my daddy to dem' crossroads
Made em' sell his soul
Left his body cold
And left my momma eyes swole
From cryin', watching her baby grow
In the same world that got her man dying
Thats why when I make it home my momma kiss me on my jaw
Cause in my momma eyes I'm still a lil' baby star
But to these fools in dem' streets
I'm runnin' close to dem' bloody sheets
My relatives speak to me, smile in my face
But they don't like me, at times I wanna' bang em'
But if I do you know I'm just like the rest of em'
So I turn my back and leave em' be
Get back to dealin' with all this pain and misery inside of me

Before I die i'mma close my eyes and let em' fly
If jackin' bitches is the way I die then let me die
Before I die nigga,
before i die i'mma sho'nuff put my fingers on the trigger

[Kane & Abel talking]
Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.
Okay, I'm bout to show these bitches.
Fuck, I'm already dead, so I need some fuckin company
you know what I'm saying.
Okay little motherfucker, I'm a show you.
you better protect yourself

[Verse 1 (Kane)]

Every time I wake
I thank the lord for my eyes opening
Cause I know some hoes
Hoping that they close
Niggas they want me deader
Wet up my Cucci sweater
Back back they better
From the storm swarm of my berreta
Down south hustlin
T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton
Scoring
Haters they wanna catch me snoring
I mean sleeping
I seen them creeping
In the rear view of the beamer
Pull out the rueger
With the built in laser beamer
Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors
Laugh now dick sucker cry later
That AK 45 keep me live
That's my motherfucking regulator

[Verse 2 (Abel)]

That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
To the coffin from the cradle
Lick the salt when I drink tequilla
Hit the lemon grab the nina
Everyday I come out the house
I at least committ a misdemeanor
Po-po drop it
Cause they can't stop it
Hittin niggas for they profit
Touchin on these gangsta topics
Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a fucking chain gang
Kickin shit like Jackie Chan
Front these bitches from rags to riches
But its just a ghetto thang

[Chorus x2]

Thugs that why they feel us
Hoes wanna get with us
Cause we so for realz
haters they wanna kill us

We turning busters into down south hustlers
We turning busters into midwest hustlers
We turning busters into west coast thugsters
We turning busters into east coast hustlers

[Verse 3 (Kane)]

Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
Bests to take yo shit more serious
Or you'll get killed
Cause down south we bout drama
Nigga we bout danger
When you here my shit click click
That send deadly missles in the chamber
Ain't no studio in me
G genuine
My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine
That was mine
If time could rewind
I would've took it
Death in my face I would've looked it
I would've shooked it
I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck
We ain't found the killer yet
But I bet
We be ridin on some nigga set soon
Sweepin up shit like a broom
Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM

coming so for realz nigga

1997, same-old shit, (whats happening), niggas locked down
a cage bird can only sing for so long nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
wanna be free, thats real

[Verse 1]

I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac'll never see
The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me
My family is wanting me to break free
Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice
Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates
Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the shit takes
The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing
I'm having thoughts of pacing and masturbation
Laying up in a cell, never seeing females
Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well
Courts ain't even trying to hear my pleases
Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes
A double murder is what I got to explain to God
With no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred
Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see
When all I really wanna be is free nigga

[Chorus]
(I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah)

[Verse 2]

My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac
Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that
He wanna see me die of old age, in a two man cage
A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage
Instead I'm in the pit, over some shit, I didn't commit
It was the niggas I was with, but I'm silent
Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya
These so called niggas be on the Seas of Madusa
Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer
Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammar
And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive
And be trying to bend me over backwards, but I'm active
Years add on, every enemy I shank, penitentiary ain't what you think
I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors
But I'm trapped with lots of losers

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain
Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, ain't it strange
Cause I'd give anything to move on
And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn
I'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure
You come in here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya
I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, I don't fake
Tell the judge I'll be rhyming at his wake
I'm free nigga

[Chorus]

Niggaz always talkin bout that they bringin heat
The heat that they bring forth is the police
The only drama that they see
Is they momma screamin to the preacher
Not my baby

[Verse-1]

I'm full of that parsley herb
Nigga word
Makin sure pussy ass niggaz get served
Hoes don't know niggaz with feelings get dropped
Who gives a damn that Pac's been shot
To me he just another nigga on another nigga block
Who got caught up and got popped
Fuck it
That's how it bes in my city
2 niggaz go for bad, huh
And than they through
Mothafuck these niggaz that's the word for the day
Suckers be claimin that they bangin with AK's
Them fools say were that they warin on the streets
The only war that they ought to war is the beast
Talkin bout the white man
You feel me
Look to hit the white man
He's dirty
Puttin drugs on our streets
With the help of the crooked ass police
The shit need to cease

[Chorus x2]

[Verse-2]

Just make no exceptions but they rule all the game
In my city them bitches get mad than they go insane
See a nigga hustlin than they roll up on the street
Lookin hard jumpin out they vehicle screamin
That's some shit that I heard and always seen
Boy that's how it goes in New Orleans
that they sit to pick you up and rage in the cage
Will committ all them niggaz with no sense get dropped quick
Some fools got guns, but no heart
But they get caught at the dump when dey snuff
Thinkin that they the man
But the man boy got the siren boy on the top hand

[Chorus]

Upper level, ghetto twins
Doin this shit like true players
Thug players, real players

[Verse One:]

We droppin bombs on you bitches yeah just like that
We don't show no fuckin love when we stars of the tech
This ain't no act nigga this a fact you gonna bleed
As we proceed to give you what you need
Bustin rounds at our enemies watchin em drop
Bust they back wide open got their body locked
Niggaz wanna test me, check me, wanna come and get me
Get that machete, leave their body wetty
Confetti is how your body goin to get left
Bitch we deadly, if you don't believe dat their
Come come raise the dum dum to the skull
And to niggaz who disbelieve fuck all y'all

[Chorus:]

It's gonna be a murder murder fuckin wit them bitches
[repeat 3X]
I say murder murder murder murder,
I say murder murder murder murder

[Verse Two:]

It's gonna be a murder murder fuckin wit them bitches
We got I ain't grunted niggaz wishes, we vicious
We pullin plugs on them niggaz who is dying slow
Pumpin slugs in them niggaz who just might know
Where the weed at where the keys at
If you don't want no feedback just release that
I think them scared of the violence
Fuck the sirens, put that tech to his side and leave him hollerin
Dodgin bullets like an athlete bitch
You don't feel this, can't nobody check me bitch
We gonna kill this, niggaz exit ?? so it's on on
Hit the dome with the chrome now you gone gone, gone gone

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

We got a ?? for them bitches we gonna ride tonight
Put some ammo in my clip and if we die tonight
There ain't now love in this motherfuckin game ya see
Pumpin slugs in the motherfuckers playin wit me
We be thuggin on the south side
You won't try and get by thats a lie cause i
Pumpin holes in the motherfuckers wannabe G's
Nigga please you don't feel me
All that playa hate I can't tolerate
Neva procrastenate don't make violent
Niggaz would love to see us incarcerate
Pumpin slugs ain't got time to conversate, so get it straight

[Chorus]

[Mr. Jinks]
I'll ride for u homie, I'll cry for u homie, I'll die for u homie
[4x]

I'll ride, cry, die for u really don't give a fuck
I know you'd do the same for me too cause that's homie luv
Time after time I done had to grab my nine for u homie, my one and only
I done put niggas to rest, niggas to test, cause i don't give a fuck
I done see mother's cry, brothers die cuz i got homie luv
Will u ever see a world wit out animosity, against each other
Converse your brother
Do you wonder why, some call it laggin' on yo dick
Ones that are false, think they serve
Got mo brothers kissing gurls
They believe its a thin line, between some luv and some hate
But theres no thin line between that color on yo face
Your my homie, my one and only, your my homie, my one and only

[Hook:]

I'll ride for u homie, I'll cry for u homie, I'll die for u homie
[4x]

You been my homie from the start, you can be my homie till the end
The one that we call brothers and the one our mothers love
Just keep that drop in yo lap then you need me then you call me
I'll be the one down to gun cause I'm yo homie
There's not many comrades like me, who'll take a bullet for you g
Cause I'll ride 4 u homie, die and cry for u homie
That's no homie, who'll plot one on me,
That's no homie, who'll dope fiend on me
I can be yo homie, U can be my homie
We can ride together as one, I'll put that on me
We can put them jack moves, when can go and cap fools
For life until I die I got yo back fool

[Till Fade]
I'll ride, cry, die for u really don't give a fuck
I know you'd do the same for me too cause that's homie luv
Time after time I done had to grab my nine for u homie, my one and only

[Chorus]
If you wanna kick it with me tonight
I'll take you home (I'll take you home)
And baby when I turn off all the lights
That thing is on

[Mo B. Dick]
Baby come next to me
We got a mutual feeling and it's ecstacy
Don't ask why
cus I feel your vibe
the way your lookin at me
I know it's on your mind
slow dance
thinkin of romance
when I look in your eye you put me in a trance
if you please
come home with me
we can make this one night into eternity

[Chorus]

[Mo B. Dick]
Ooh-wee you're so sexy
You can't imagine the things that you do to me
come on girl
I want you in my world
You got me tweakin for you like I'm on that {?}
You and I
we can wine and dine
the feelin tells me that I'm trickin for you but baby I don't mind
so what you gonna do
we wont become for you
forget the rest of the world
It's all about me and you

[Chorus]

I can take you for a trip around the world in one night baby

[C-loc]

Yo we turning this one out for me my homeboys They Homeboys and
Homegirls and anybody that think they got em and anybody whos lost
anything you are just as much as a life behind 1

As a child you see the world as being a
Playground going round kids in
the hood Everything is all good
It's understood on that big-wheeler
But when you making it they can't feel you
Rolling dice and then to one point they trying to kill you
Fear no man but God is still watching what they
Doing is hard I swear
this life thing is getting so
Confusing
Keep you in your mind and maintain that's the kind that remains
The longest on the planet dummies get swept up off the ground
Believe half of what you see and none of what you here
Look around one by one your Homeboys dissapear its clear
That the snakes stay among us but who's in the best position to run up
Your player Hatin friends that watched you come up
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Bad enough you had to hurt him
On top of that you called the case
Stupid look on your face mad at yourself
Cause your peers shouldnt of been in the streets in the first place
Ohhhhhhh....

[Chorus] Who's real who's fake you'll never know
God help distinguish friend or foe (friend or foe)

Mamma always warned me of busters
She Said they get you killed and have you wearin orange colors
Moms put it on my mind over and over again
Boy you be stuck like Chuck everytime for
Putting your faith in men
I got's to check myself
I'm seeing what they doing to me
Starting to get shady myself messing
round in this community
Can't even trust your broad you made your
Factor in this drama
I learned that first hand by my babies momma
That's why I'm going never take em serious
Got a heartache and a pocket
And for being curious got me Furious
Ghetto ways is hard to let go
Comin out that ghetto
ones thats clappin
They the same ones thats pullin you back and
You'll never know
People are so unpredictable
It's best to get what you can get and go
Pack up then solo
Plenty in the picture claiming to be all in with you if in you
But if you all aint with me come and get me

Never say what someone wont do
Only if you will always stay true
Jealousy is always among you
Play it cool don't be a fool (Who's who) [x2]

Turn to the music industry as a way out
Spend to much time in jail for the enemy
But now I'm trying to stay out in the ??
To win it but now I'm tripping
On how these so called
Thugs and G's is lettin these people pimp them
Now who would have thought that it would be the same
In the rap game like my old game
My crowd , it is the only thats changed
It's a shame how this world can't be trusted
No matter the occupation or location
So called friends will have you busted and disguisted
In the meantime play it cool don't be no fool
Until you can rely and ??
Tired of being sick and tired of feeling Mutual
But I gots to go because I'm late for a funeral
[chorus until fades]

I'm a bird with a fix
I lay with the roaches
My 85 Cutlass red and it be smoking
Posting and hustling
Struggling and plugging
Mean muggin and thuggin and cursing out you cop suckers
My all black soldier Reebok's with the bubble gum sole
Good for walking and running from the dumb ass popos
Mo hustling slicker than Earl, colder than furl
Trying to get a little something something in this cold cold world
Everybody and they mama out here shooting game
Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man
Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B
Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers
Living raw better have my boulders
Shooting dog water all ya'l back up call
Rob with Silkk up in the Viper
Can't catch me, I know they don't like me

[Chorus x4]

Get it how ya live how we live be raw
I ain't bout being broke crooked officer

One more strike a nigga out of this bitch
Coppers on my ass I gotta think real quick
Trying to make it over for that LAP
Plus its dark in the trees, gone cushion the seat
For a smooth getaway, at least that's what I thought
Head up the alleyway they had two more cars
(Freeze mothafucka freeze, oh shit he's armed and dangerous)
I know that I'm a die if I let them coppers get me
My oozie got 32 rounds I'm taking two of ya bitches with me
I refuse to be a victim, going out like Adolf Arjay
You got a gun I got a gun I run no more bitch
NOPD trying to send me upstate
With a murder case, what the fuck
Can somebody pick the place
No not today I'm gone get mine
Never ever dying
But if I do than its cool, in between time of food
I got away

[Chorus x4]

I'm on some other shit
Some killed my brother shit
I'm out here getting and I'm gone get what I can get
Dicksuckers in my mothafucking place though
Smiling in my face
I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
Millimeter get to bucking your whole body turning numb
Now the cops running after me now I can't cope
I hit the parkway when I stash my dope
Cause if these pigs catch me slipping or tripping I'm dead
No suspects no motives, with two to the head
Fuck that I ain't with it, so I'm gone sell my dope
Yes its ran buy boat, but these niggaz can't cope
Cause they caught in the dope world
Fancy cars, fly clothes daytons and vogues
And these fucking pussy popping hoes
Them dick suckers fitting to been man they already done had
But fuck that I gots this mac so I'm busting back
Its hot as fuck, you better duck
The last thing in my mind in this world is being locked up
I'm on probation, life is what I'm facing
In this damn zoo
Them boys in blue is always after the crew
Because we stay true in doing what we do
(25 with a L son)
Man fuck you
And do this time shit never mind
I'd rather rhyme build my client
Get mine never blind and pack a nine
They never see my desperate signs
And fuck a bind
They think I'm blind to his kind
Crooked as fuck, you out of luck
Stuck in this cell, a living hell
Bust back, you might as well
peep this I'm clocking figures
Pulling triggers on niggaz that run up
They getting done up
From sun down to sun up
It don't stop I'm on the block slanging rocks
You crooked cops, they on my jock my glock
You cop catch me now I bust a shot
Get it how you live how we live be raw

[Chorus]
Game tight with the shit we pop
One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop
From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs
From the Firm to the Wu-Tang Clan for show see
Know me fuck around with the mob for show
Hit these funksters 3 times crazy and get low
Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama
I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid

[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
Come on, ease on down, ease on down
This funky tack the Fast One done layed down
Sipping on Crown
Royal, I done found a sick sound
Smooth, but rough enough for the underground
Now whose gone move the crowd like Mike Mike Jordan
But I'm the type that others want to try and be like
I recite and shines right with a cordless mic
I comes tight with more air than a pair of Nike's
I flows constantly sort of like a faucet
Lyrical bully, with a bulldozer you couldn't pull me
Now blow the douja with this type of shit I'm writing
I'm smoking hash ready to clash like the titans
Unforgettable like Natalie's remix of her father song
I keep my vocals strong, high off the cheech and chong
And when ya feel the dome
Funny bone makes me tickle
I comes colder than the north pole to freeze ya like an icecicle

[Chorus]

[The Fast One]
Up early in the morning channel 42 on cable
Pager going off up on my living room table
Shaking dominoes with P the reason to stack some more cheese
California breezing gets hected in drought season
Every time I hit the lab, thinking bout o's
With the D-O double D and the Figga you wouldn't know
Cause the combination is tighter than 4 knots
And you can here the ass cold knocking for 4 blocks
And showstops ain't the thang to do
County checking no disrespecting them boys in blue
And you know I'm for black with green in my pockets
Pass a note to the teller at the bank, so I can shock her
See, every dollar we stacking is to the ceiling
And after love making is for shaking the herbal healin
And catching feelings is a no no
Breaking more bitches and hitting switches in the low low
Bounce and turn, like my homie Makaveli we ain't hard to find
Hit a nigga with a drop trying to flip a dime
And stacking papers is a daily routine
Instead of dope fiends, serving versus teller machines
And catching coke kings slipping at the docks at the bay
Cause the shit dried up so he put g's on layaway
And no mistakes, we lay them down for the stretch
Without a shot and had a fully loaded mac
On our way to the NYC we drop game
With round trip tickets, we kick it on stolen planes
And for the things that we can do for ya'll
One love to 2Pac, Mr. C and Biggie Smalls
And to all the soldiers in the game that we play
From the Bronx to the LBC up to the Bay
Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama
I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid

[Chorus]

[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

Niggas afraid to see a Gambino nigga get paid
so my life be filled with blood shed
late nights mommas cryin on the bed visulizin me in the grave
now why the fuck it gots to be dis way
these projects got a nigga fucked up in the head
gotta stay high to survive
I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a nigga wanna die
bein a breeder gots to stay alive keep close to my 4-5
keep my eyes on the prize can't be victimized by bitch niggas in disguise
pretendin to be my thug nigga but all the while my designated killah
my whole life is a thrillah
Everything is on the realah nigga I'm all about my skrilla
fucked up and I kill ya
I know you feel the pressure dat a thug goin through
I wanna change but its hard to do
when all my life I been true 2 da game
pushin cane to represent my family name
ain't a damn thang gone change its the same old same
everytime I walk out my house these playa haters approach
these niggas get smoked
cause lord knows I ain't ready to go
but when my time comes (but when my time comes) and my blood runs
just blaze the blunt and watch over my son
make sure dat his days okay dry the tears from his eye
when dis nigga here die tell em I went to a place high next to a lot
tell em dat I live my life as a wise guy
and floss my ride and bust bitches eyes
maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead
and put prices over my motherfuckin head

[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

[P'Heno]
I think dey after me dey wanna see me dead
100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head
but I ain't scared though we leavin niggas stank
no limit niggas commin bustin in the fuckin tank
dem niggas jealous cause my tape in demand
we on the paper chase and I just can't understand
how these niggas infiltraton findin out about my where abouts
thought you did something kickin in my baby momma house
I know your blood flowin with these evil thoughts of killin me
but I'm like P always think somebodys watchin me
other jealous folk got me under survielence
wanna murder me and make me number 187
but I tell em if dey come dem niggas best come prepared
puttin lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it dead
cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for fools
(I guess dat what he sayin but he ain't pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my child a bastard
will I last it or will a nigga just perish instead
the N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dead