[Master P & Mo B. Dick]
Oh like that (Ooh)
Tre-8 they ain't ready for this dog (Ooh)
Smoke One and No Limit (Ooh)
All the way from California to New Orleans
Ask em' about it, so much pain boy (So much pain)

[Master P]
Birds in the kitchen, palms itchin'
And all y'all niggas in the game pay attention
As I teach, ain't got no time to preach
2 for 3, 4 for 5, 16 a fuckin' key
Don't laugh, niggas like to backstab
But where I'm from see yo brother on a body slab
New Orleans, the city of the candy cream
A bunch of projects full of jackers and dope fiends
As I cry, think one day I gotta die
But I don't give a fuck cause ain't no love from the outside
As I walk to the projects
Niggas killin' dope fiends behind fuckin' county checks
And my younger homie smokin' dope
The niggas I used to hang with doin' that boy broke
And they gone off that water, water
Ain't no love from New Orleans all the way back to Florida
It's just a bunch of pain

[Chorus]
So much pain, so much pain
So much pain, so much pain

[Mia X]
I'm feelin' so much pain, holdin' back my tears of anger
As I walk through this danger zone
That I used to call home
Strangers got my nerves all jumpy
But it's best I watch them niggas who be smilin' actin' chummy
Like it's all real
I don't know why they got it in for me
Like my girl Jill, who was sleepin' with the enemy
Never knew the handy dope was a sad one
Now I know the vibes that I felt was some bad ones
Takes a mad one, females so precious
Tryin' to move on since our best friend left us
Got my baby still stuck in this drama filled blue
Tryin' to get my pockets on so I can snatch him from this zoo
And paint a clearer picture cause the one I see now
Got my vision all blurry, hard to see my way out
Bow my head to Lord and pray hard for a change
Can lift a sister from feelin' this
So much pain, so much pain

[Chorus]

[Tre-8]
Growin' up as a youngster, comin' around that thug life
Dog nights with drug fights just made me get my mind right
But times I just slap on ya block and leave me bleedin'
It's hard for me to run cause they might catch me when I'm sleepin'
But I'm peepin' out the go round, wipe the sweat from my forehead
Take a swig of the beer and reminice about what my boy said
He told me keep my head up, don't get filled with all this drama
Havin' talks with my diary cause I can't have talks with my mama
And still feel my eyes fold I start to be the best
Sometimes I cock my nine and wanna get it of my chest
But I guess I'll just take it one day at a time
But until a nigga die I got these feelings on my mind
Fuckin' so much pain

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Rest in peace fool

[Master P]
This for all my niggas that ain't here

[Hook] 2x
R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone
Rest in peace to my homies that done made it home

[Master P]
R-I-P to Danny and Darnelle
I reminice on when my broter Kevin got killed
I can't sleep, I know it's sad
One day they gon' put P up in a body bag
I watch movies like "Ghost"
Wonderin' if my brother really know who slit his motherfuckin' throat
And when they gone, y'all thought it was a poem
And the ghetto's tryin' to kill me, I'm still tryin' to make it home
And mama cry and daddy say son realize
Just remember one day we all gotta die
I can't trip, I'm sinkin' with this ship
In the projects you know it's one big battlefield
Where everybody don't give a fuck about another life
And lil' kids don't give a fuck about another life
They quick to put chu' to that other game
And if you lose in that battlefield then that's yo ass man
And yo life is sinkin' on with them other niggas
Cause they dead and gone now, what the fuck is goin' on

[Hook] 2x

[CCG]
To underestimate, you see ya own fate
You straight gettin' poped in the "Show-Me State"
Two slugs to the face, man brace yourself
While other cats view the body at the wake
And I hate to think about what we gonna miss out on
Knowin' yo ass is gone
Cause I know we gonna miss em'
And I hate the fact that a brother done passed on
The things we do, we gotta deal with
Can ya feel it on the reala
Watchin' the blood spill from the veins of a real one
R-I-P cause ya could've been a G
And still alive to kick it with me
Never let it fade cause ya locked in a grave
R-I-P to my homies

[Hook] 2x

[CCG]
I'm constantly surrounded by death
And my city's so scandalous
So I step with a half, cockin' that stainless steel
Cause I feel that I have to be strapped
Cause I learned from all of my dead folks mishaps
A lot of my dogs took a fall
Cause of a flaw on the streets when concernin' mail
Between two brothers, been homies forever
When lookin' past the yellow tape, fool I can't tell
This is the world I live in
My world is consumed by chaos
Makin' me not want to get too close to folks
In fear of the pain I'll feel
When another's called off, hauled off
In a Caddy brown tryin' to hang on, let em' go
I shed a few tear, I spilled some beer
And appear to be at peace
But inside I'm so cold
Cause I think of how my homie caught slugs to the mug
And I can't let that be me
Keep ya memory close to my heart
So may ya soul rest in peace

[Hook] 2x

[Silkk the Shocker]
Now why life be so hard
I beend down with these wars
Since Ses, my ace caught a slug to the chest
From a tech and I hope he finally at rest
See that's why I didn't cry when my homie died, Lord hear me
Too many murderers and drug dealers and killers standin' in me
Lord forgive me
I'm bout ready to check it out but I'ma stick it out like a G
Cause it's a sin for me to kill myself
And I won't let a nigga kill me
I'ma try to hold on to these memories
But it seems all my homies done changed since elementary
Now life is the same as death and that's kind of bad to me
For every non-black males born one dies, that's kind of like sad to see
I lost my brother behind some jealousy
Not stayin' on his toes, livin' carelessly
From the cradle to grave I always see a better day
R-I-P to my G's and I hope they in a better place

[Hook] 2x

[Master P]
Yeah this for all my motherfuckin' true soldiers
That's gone with the wind ya know what I'm sayin'
All my niggas that restin' in peace
Hope y'all in a better place homie
Cause it's hell on Earth nigga, know what I'm sayin'
We see y'all in the crossfire
For all my true soldiers, rest in peace fool
And uh, No Limit till I die
See y'all niggas on the other side
R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone
And to all my niggas Down South hustlin
Just remember stack ya mail, live life to the fullest
Cause ya can't take none of this shit with ya
And always keep ya eye on the enemy
Might be ya best friend but watch yourself homie
Oh yeah, the most important thing never trust a bitch
Cause a bitch only out for the money
Know what I'm sayin'
Remember that though
Yeah playa R-I-P

[Hook] 3x
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
How come when I was down you wasn't brown nosin'

[Master P]
See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
I slang cola cause I didn't have no dividends
My baby mama stressin' she don't wanna slang dope
The ghetto's tryin' to kill me which way should I go
Now I'm on the corner takin' penitentiary chances
Even though there's marks on my turf that can't stand me
I think to myself, when should I leave
Too say fuck em' nigga till ya hit my weed
I guess I'm a G about my scrilla cause they bashin'
Crews know that P is quick to put em' in that casket
The game got me streesin' but the game gon' stress out
Even though the task just raid a nigga's house
Took a loss in the game tryin' to bubble up
Find the P deep in the grind slangin' dope fiends double ups
And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
If I had to do it again I'd probably do the same thing

[Hook] 3x

[RBL]
Man it ain't nothin' but a thang to let ya nuts hang
Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
I know it be like on, on my block
Niggas must be on the cell while another's on the short stop
It won't stop and it won't quit
Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush, it's kind of like a must
To get some, in God we trust
Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
Niggas be spendin' money like records
So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
No playin' hoops, he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch

[Hook] 3x

[Master P]
Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
But I ain't trippin' off no hoochies with no lil' skirt
I'd rather deal with them turks, puttin' in work
They caught up in some dirt
Cause I'm the Ice Cream Man droppin' off hella loads
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
But that's gon' cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
And if you ain't spendin' bring yo broke ass on
Golds on my vehicle, fools they can't see me though
Tens for twenty, that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but cha' know I can't fade ya
When you get cha' cash together call me on my pager
I'm stressin' off the game, I barely gets sleep
I just had to bail my lil' partner last week
In and out of aves gettin' chased by the 5-0
Gettin' my hustle on, a way of survival
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without two stones to the head

[Hook] 

[C-Bo]
Woke up at dawn got a page at five ten
Head still spinnin' off that Gatorade and gin
Stumbled to the bathroom, picked up my mobile phone
Hit power plus the digits now I'm waitin' for roam
Um shook my dick and on the line came Master P

[Master P]
I said what up Bo, I got a lick on some keys
And we gon' do this shit like G's so meet me in the Bay
I quarter mill in caine fool, so bring ya HK
And get cho' gloves cause you gonna get cho' hands dirty
Leave them fools trippin' I mean cold turkey
And bring yo gat cause we gonna break em' to they knees
And like you say Bo rat-heads get nothin' but cheese
And don't forget to bring an ounce of that sticky dank
So we be high as a bird as we hoo-ride on this gank

[Hook] 3x
Headin' for the jack, strapped with the fat gat
Bo and Master P down to rat-tat-tat-tat

[C-Bo]
Got off the phone, been on for a half-hour
Dropped my draws hopped off and took a shower
Stepped out, put on my Guess and some K-Swiss
Backed my Regal off the grass on to the pavement
Hit I-80, west bound to Rich Town
Strapped with the HK-40 ready to put that track down
Spittin' that fire and niggas be retirin'
Runnin' up for application when some niggas ain't hirin'
I'm on a mission, takin' mine and gettin' yours
Like I settled for, it's nothin' but that hardcore
Me and Master P done hooked up on a murder hit
Two niggas hoppin' off in the drop-top straight servin' shit
So fools, break yourself drop me off or get dealt with
AK cocked, one pop will make ya belt rip
I'm in it to win, can't no nigga get away from the murder one rap
And we out to get some so it's best if you ride around with ya strap

[Hook] 3x

Dope in the car, they let the dogs loose to hound me
I'm headin' for the county, a hundred g's for my fuckin' bounty
Cause I'm a killer with no heart
Mass murderin' fools bout to amputate they body parts
Like Jeffrey Dahmer, that ain't no drama
So here's yo ghetto pass, a one-way ticket to the Bahamas
Ain't no love bitch, I thought chu' knew me
I sit with this ho and these 32 kids, that nickel-plated uzi
Master P and Bo is headed for that big jack
Movin' to get cho' face cracked, infrared to yo back
Should I shoot, get him for his loot
No wait might hit him for his whole motherfuckin' suit
Shoot em' up bang bang, gotta let my nuts hang
Lettin' off rounds in my candy painted Mustang
Hit a lick for some snow and did a drive-by
Sliced it up and slanged it up on the setlike some Muslim bean pies
Hit the highway with Bo back to the 916
Left the 510 cause we gon' double up to 26
Bumpin' 2Pac, motherfuckin' "Thug Life"
Reminicin' on our dead homies all fuckin' night
It was a drought so we crawdad
I mean up the price cause this shit was movin' too fuckin' fast
Gats cocked for the jackers
Rollin' with the shackers
Got this ho in the back talkin' shit, I just might smack her
Pull over sideways I had to let the top down
Dank comin' out the car like steam comin' off the ground
Now we on our way to Burbank
To the 213 and like B-Legit say it's gon' take three tanks
So pull this motherfuckin' hog to the Philly station
Start the grapevine, seen this fool slippin' on triple gold Daytons

[Hook] 3x

[C-Bo]
Doors down, got an extra clip for the HK fifteen rounds
Adrenaline pumpin' as I lay everybody face down
Should I kill them, no fill the bag
He had more cash stashed off in the drop Jag
Slammed his hand in the door, torture will make him speak
Cocked my hammer, jammed my barrel through his fuckin' teeth
Got him coughin' up, pissin' blood
Cause a ballin' ass nigga didn't show no love
Nigga, motherfuckers be gettin' they head twisted
Ya best homeboy done turned into a rat, snitch, bitch
Got cha' jacked slapped caught up in the rat pack
While some niggas in all black, in some fake D.A. hats
Jumpin' out of rental cras, up on ya front yard
Runnin' through yo front door holdin' the four-four
Yellin' jack time, crack minds
And put this shit on record cause I can back mine

[Hook]

[Chorus] 4x
Girls jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto ballin
My real thugs got me

UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!

[Master P]
Love money, hate haters
10 years later, still gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheel
It's Univeral now
Just signed a big deal
Party at the spot, come ball wit me
And if you aint a real Don
Stop calling me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My only bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we really dont have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
Thats just business and money
Call me the big dog, yall the little cats
You aint a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back

[Chorus] 4x

[Lil' Romeo]
Ok, we dont rent or lease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yall whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats only mine
And that frank limo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the playground, its time to go in
I made my first million at the age of ten
I love the girls, cuz the girls love me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at
I could buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!

[Chorus] 4x

[Silkk the Shocker]
We keep it real, we dont lie
We comin at you, look look
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Look, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU player for real, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Talkin bout diamond rings
Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange
You with that climb the range
Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feelgood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orleans
We can fly to Maine
Learn some new languages
We can fly to Spain
Look at what my ring say
Now thats a hell of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a hell of a team
And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream
And if I say so my self, No Limit
Thats a hell of a thing, Holla!

[Chorus] 4x

Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH
Check them haters out x6
What? What? What? What?
The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank

[Chorus]
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)

Criticism in the party like its H20
In the back of the club sayin bring some more
Me and my soldgiers where the party at?
Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that?
Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked
Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks
It ain't no limit to the dough i got
The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot

[Chorus]

Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs
A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread
Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there
And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their?
A couple of pages left but man we got colder
6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders
Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me
And a million dollars more is like grits to me

[Chorus]

Always willin out but if im not willin
You can take a picture of me on the island smilin
Love for the haters but they mostly envys
More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's
Play this game we suppose to win
I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys
Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles
See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um...

[Chorus]

Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped
We be like non stop with the one spot on locked
You wanna play these games where the MVP's
So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH

Oh Look, What, Look
We from the south where they got golds in they mouth
Barbeque's all day right in front of the house
We use slit and slang like
What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man
We play ball all year its that all year
No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear
We run it phat soldgiers get down like that
From the club to the streets we get around like that
Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya
There's love in the game but some will still rate ya
I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype
Rip in track check the source while mights

[Chorus]

Where them ballers at shot callers at?
Cris style more wet we want all of that
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
D. D. Rimin We want all of that
No Limit run this for you?
HELL YEA!!!
I said No Limit run this for you?
HELL YEA!!!

[Chorus]

Look Pezee. What's happening?
This how we gonna do this one here baby.
Ya heard me! Ain't no stoping me and No Limit baby!
 
[Chorus]
Platium and gold it's lights out
Drop Bentleys thats what im bout
Been there and done the things in my life time
Hustle til the day that I die
Folks magizines is dont lie
Been there and done the things in my life time

If a house cost less then a mill I dont want it
If it say Bently you know im gon flount it
I keep keep it ghetto I dont change the game
I meen 85% thats a hell of a thing
Now if it dont make dollars then it dont make cents
I know yall lil niggaz cant do it again
I meen I rock big ice and I roll with big cars
I ship em platium and they brake me off
Now the girls gon jock me you cant knock me
I hold the street so my real thugs got me
The ghetto bill and they screaming my name
I worf fo hundred mill and Im still the same
I meen I still drink kool aid mix it with cris
I still run with the boys put 20's on 6
Bandana T-shirts call me ghetto instead
7 figgas hard hitters nothing less then that

[Chorus]

Seen cribs that jock the gold ceiling
Ever been in a house with big wheeling
The new 6 Im the first in line
75 million records that a hell of a rhyme
I dont talk about it whodi I makes it happen
Im be rich even when I stop rapping
Call me Jack Pimping but it aint no front
Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money
Genus book of records is where I be
Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets
Got super models in a beana ba dam
Brought a couple tour buses with studios in em
Ans if it cold I got Minks for months
Suppose to go to cuba just to some my blunt
Cause I dun balled in a Aveator filled my dreams
Fours top ten thats some hell of a green
 
[Chorus]

You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
Ha Ha

[Chorus] 4x
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm

We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
City of that china white, I got my game tight
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

[Chorus]

Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin

[Chorus]

This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police
To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work
To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary

[Chorus] 2x
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked

Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour
We dont Gangbang, just crack deal
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock

[Chorus] 4x

This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz
We chasin riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the club, Show me love
And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz
Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water
Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, And how we got here
Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here

[Chorus] 4x

To the beat y'all

[Master P]
Weebie!  Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)

[Chorus] 2x
I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!

[Master P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
Bring it to the next girl, bring the toys
On the dash, little shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'"
I'ma perky boy this, like to do the ass
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Nelly Nay girl where you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank

[Chorus]

[Master P] 
Say that then

[Weebie]
I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo'
Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it
Act a fool and wobble wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle
Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it
Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby

[Master P]
Mary had a big ol' butt as tight as Jesus shorts
And every club that Mary was at then thugs would show the gold
That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a model
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A real country mamma cook bricks and eggs
And she don't leave the farm herself to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she love the ball
Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall
Buyin, high heels on some leather boots
And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Master P]
Where them No Limit boys at?  Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and what?
Told y'all (?) ain't no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on when ya catchin us

[Master P & Weebie]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley
I'm about to (?) wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!

[Master P]
Yo T, I know you there girl pick up the phone
Anyway, I'm on my way ya heard me

[Tamar Braxton & Master P]
I been watching you, watching me (I got my eyes on you too whodi, ha ha)
And I really want to know (I wanna make ya my babooski, ya heard)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton] 2x
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
What, what, what, what
The first time I seen you I met you in a party
Something about them eyes and the way you walk
It's something about them thighs and the way you talk
Make me wanna grab my pistol and go to war
I'm a thug but it's all love baby
Don't be scared, I'm not gon' break ya heart baby
Picture this a lil' sexin' on the beach, ya heard
Ya ready freaky when ya doin' this with me whodi
You like rides then I got plenty of dogs
You wanna go fast then boo I got exotic cars
You wanna be platinum then girl I'm gon' ice you up
And if the Benx too small take a Rolls or truck, ya heard

[Tamar Braxton & Master P]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton] 2x
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
I don't mean to brag but if ya need some money boo I got that
10 karats on ya finger I bet cha' girl ya got that
Ya gotta play it safe whodi, I ain't gon' sweat chu'
Ya like to get freaky, tonight I'm gon' wet chu'
Champagne mix it up, hook it up with the bubble bath
Throw it to the hot tub, dresser, stab
Don't play no games whodi, then we can rock that
That new Jag truck you wanted boo you got that
I'm gon' be there for ya shorty but not trickin'
It's all love a lil' thuggin' and huggin' and kissin'
Toni Braxton says they wasn't man enough
But I'm a soldier girl so is it cool or what

[Tamar Braxton & Master P]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Tamar Braxton & Master P]
Tell me can you keep a secret
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Tell me boy exactly what you do
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights

[Master P]
It's out thing ya heard me
My life, your life, we can do whatever we want baby, we grown
Huh, you gon' be there for me, I'm gon' be there for you babooski

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly keep rising to the top
Now it' No Limit East
My boy Short Circuit here, Slay Sean
We laying it down for the 2 G's ya heard me

[Master P & Slay Sean]
We went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced out (E-Class and that's just the beginning)
Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die
(Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.)
(Far out, risin' to the top) Not to be stopped
(Untouchable, I'm tellin' you, watch when we drop)
That hot shit (Straight thug for rock shit)
(My click like to pop clips when niggas pop shit)
(My chain let's you know) I'm doin' my thang
(And my ring let's you niggas know) That y'all can't hang
(When I bang, I'm not tryin' to hear) A got damn thang
(It's Slay Sean and P and No Limit's the game)

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook] 2x
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P & Slay Sean]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about livin' the life
Been there done that, shit I paid the price
(I seen wigs get split, kids get hit)
(All for the love of money, that's rediculous)
Sometimes I ask how did I get into this
Life ain't fair, that's the reason I don't care
(Hit the street when it's time eat, if it's beef) Draw the heat
(I can't get outta this) I'm in too deep
(Can't sleep, too many jays walkin' a beat)
Had many breaks, got my hustle on in many states
(I went from PA then to VA back to PA)
(Doin' it bouncin' on junx on the freeway)
Gettin' if it's problems you want I'm givin' it
(No if's and's or but's) Whodi we serious

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook] 2x
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P & Slay Sean]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
No Limit Communications, whodi I'm slangin' phones
(I ride chrome, fuck bitches till they moan)
(Put em' to sleep, when they wake up I'm gone)
I'm so wrong, tellin' shorties to hold on
They wait for me, my sex game is so strong
Late nights gettin' these tapes right
I take flights around the world tryin' to break mights
(Puffin' weed, Black Dye crushin' me)
(Smokin' out in weather thinkin' they can fuck with me)
(Pop some bees, wild out drop the V)
(Slay Sean yeah we on that watch and see)
(Thanks to P, No Limit is the place to be)
(He believed in me when the eighties had no faith in me)
(Everything is real ain't no fake in me)
(You only heard one side of Slay, this is a taste of me)

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook] 2x
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Short Circuit]
Yeah Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx
Harlem, Philly, Jersey
Ya heard, the whole East Coast baby
Connecticut, yeah all my Binghamton niggas
Everybody out of state gettin' that money
It's goin' to y'all baby

[Master P]
And all y'all thugs out there Down South
Y'all keep y'all heads up
To the West Coast to the Mid-West
Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin' ya heard me
Soldiers for life whodi
I gotta say what up to my group Afficial, Red Alert and Flex
Oh yeah, we gonna rock the Tunnel
And every club out there this year whodi
It's our time to shine, it ain't no limit ya heard

Chorus: 
I'll always come back to you 
I'll always come back to you 
I'll always come back to you 
I'll always come back to you 

Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em 
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em 
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week 
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep 
And these chickens love to flip flop 
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks 
I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on 
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes 
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together 
We all family lil one we supposed to die together 
But you had to go first (first) 
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse 
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain 
After the pain but it aint the same 
I remember we used to ball together 
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together 
Whodi we all stood tall together 
Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever 

Chorus: 

We popped dollars together 
Counted dollars together 
We was on a roll doin shows nigga 
We was always together 
I lost so many peers 
Shared so many tears 
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed 
And uh its' a mystery on Tupac 
Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot 
Easy E died of aids 
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves 
To the media you aint shit till you die 
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride 
Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped 
On the radio and video stations nonstop 
Who wanna be next 
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks 
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on 
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone 

Chorus: 

[Snoop Dogg & Master P]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars)

[Chorus]
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game

[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain
Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane

[Master P & Snoop]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang

[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac
And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect

[Chorus]

[Snoop]
I'll bless you before I diss you
Y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they collars
While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars
Make a nigga wanna holler
Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators
Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'

[Hook]

Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick cause we sicker
Niggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
Fuckin' field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome

[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh

[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
Nigga a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
Niggas not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle
Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, niggas we rowdy
Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow

[Hook]

[Master P]
Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back, back
But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
Niggas think we slangin' dubs
Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world
Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck nigga you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga you better duck nigga
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River

[Hook]

What's this, about 40 g's we got right here (Yeah about 40 g's)

My millions made I'm rich, caps explodin' like a hang grenade
Ready to get paid, one in the chamber for the nigga fade
Master P don't take no bullshit nigga
Don't make me squeeze this motherfuckin' trigger
Cause the life I live ain't no fuckin' joke
Cause if I think ya wanna do me motherfucker ya ass is smoked
Low key to high baller and shot caller
The po-po's a threat probably won't see tomorrow
Cause I'm a murder haven't ya heard of a crook
Knowledge aided, affiliated with the law books
They wanna put me in jail, I post bail
They wanna lock me up and keep me in a concrete cell
The big money deals, I make to keep a cash profit
Catch ya slippin' my nine I cock it
187 motherfucker for danglers
Lifestyles of the rich and dangerous

[Hook]
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life of the rich and dangerous
Rich and dangerous, they can't hang with us

Master P is like a low down, dirty killer
So many times on the grind motherfuckers try to feel ya
Check the Rolex, live back in the projects, Calliope
Bitch ya talk shit there, they might shoot ya ho
AM, PM now in the BM, guard my chest
Pick up a bulletproof vest
Pimpin' ain't easy, bitches ridin' a dick
Causin' chaos in homes and all that fuckin' material shit
Niggas slangin' and gangin' and bangin' to get a percentage
Ya come up short ya losin' teeth I hope ya paid ya dentist
I don't play that ho shit
Give up ya cash or ya tore up bitch
I'm Master P the gangsta jacker, bitch smacker
Talk shit ho, I bet cha' I got cha'
And you know the law can't hang with us
Lifestyles of the rich and dangerous

[Hook]

[Master P]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
And let's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man
Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit a lil')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)

[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the clean purple back and the real gold plates
And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed
Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness
If you think a folk then handle ya business
But just remember that you can be handled
With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled
To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kill
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of lead
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead
Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest

[Master P]
Yeah Rich man that's cool but pass the dank man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swwwww  
Whoa, pass it (Oh shit)
Hold a kid, cut the music off

[Master P]
Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends
They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to slang and game to get hoes
50 would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys
I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway
She never had nothin' and probably never will
Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kill
But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya ass

[Hook] 2x
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass
All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass

[Master P]
There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they will never realize
My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's kill or be killed
Pull out the chopper motherfucker watch the blood spill
Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother sellin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is always trippin'
In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid
Them motherfuckers low down, damn how could ya do it nig
So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile
But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred miles

[Hook] 2x

Watch your ass [x5]

[Hook] 2x

Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on

It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in (repeated to fade)

Yo, there go Master P

[Master P]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin'
(DROP IT!)

[Master P]
From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some ass
So why cross the line when you know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I'm chillin' in Richmond, California
So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on
All jealous, punk, suckers better run
If ya play like a motherfuckin' saxophone

Get busy y'all, get busy y'all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)

[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type niggas say "It couldn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from The Real Untouchables
Yeah it's me so sit the fuck back while I flow
And let cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie
Every time we lyricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya blew it
So don't get solemn after the sax blows
A lot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chillin' with Master P
The O can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas

[Master P]
P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To let cha' motherfuckers know I ain't bullshitin'
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose bleed DAMN! ya know what I'm sayin'
And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad muscian I will react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strollin'
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts

Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house (WHOOOOO!)
And she gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO

[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn't know
That a girl could come soft and hard and still flow
It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it
And if ya don't like the motherfuckin' record then don't play it

Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up

So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove
Play that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's only P and I (Watch out)
Ya can't fuck with me, I leave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'
Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone

[Master P]
I wanna take this time just to let you know
Two guys and a girl but we all from the ghetto
Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game
And special lyrics to make sure you understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the last verse of this dope song
Master P is about to flow like a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' the crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax player smile
Should be the first if ya get stuck
Broke like a barn then plucked like a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya dead
Ya soul and all ya pieces ya see em' goin' like a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers!

[Chorus]
(A tick tock ya don't stop)
Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don't stop) town
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) town
(A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah

Well it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
Master P got away cleaner than Cascade
And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid
Whether it's Southside, Northern Park, Chetterburgh
Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat
Ya get jacked for ya jewels, don't be that fool
Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin'
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Police jack my pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed with
Down in the village still sellin' hella dank
Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
Chevys and trucks roll with so much bass
And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)

[Chorus]

R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]

Richmond, California some call it the dope spot
The place where the pushers roll
And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll
Dope fiends quick
But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked police
Ya see the Rich ain't no joke
4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto
Suckers get sent
It's the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps

[Chorus]

Richtown, so many broads to get with
But if ya game's lame, ya get cha' tights split
I ain't braggin' cause my pants will keep saggin'
Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin'
Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Boulevard, see a cutie
So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick
So I mashed the gas cause I don't pay for the bitch
Doin' about 80 on 23rd (What cha' see)
OMG and some Mexicans on the curb
So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store
No ID but the Arab let me go
Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be servin'
There go the cops man, just my luck [* Sirens *] (Yo P what cha' do]
I shook em' up
Hit the corner just to ditch the law
Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!)

[Chorus]

[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah, let me hit that shit, sssss) [* Coughs *]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0

[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga G
We a down crew, act a fool
You run up and down, I had to down this fool
But I'm makin' records down in the studio
I had to show the fuckin' world that I was dope
It's time to get paid
I'm sellin' world wide, yeah P is on a straight rise
Bitches on the jock, I'm makin' it
Niggas suck my dick, I know ya fakin' it
Ya punk motherfuckin' game ain't set to right
Check it out, hit chu' with a left and a right
I got tops and tops that means dollars
And all you motherfuckin' bitches just holla
I'm on the set of school and act servin'
In other words, me and my partners we just pervin'

[Hook]
Ha, ha we just pervin'
Ya know what I'm sayin', Keyon niggas didn't think we could do this
We just pervin'
Yeah ya know what I'm sayin' 91, we just pervin'
Yeah ya know what I'm sayin' my nigga K-Lou in the studio
We just pervin'
Yeah, we on a ride, we just pervin'

[Master P talking]
Yeah, gotta go like that partner (Get fucked up dog)
Yeah, hold on, hold on don't get the mill though
Niggas know how it is in the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin' nigga just act stupid
Know what I'm sayin' I gets pervin'
And all these bitches out there, know what I'm sayin'
Yo, this gets pervin'
Ha, ha yeah on the for real though, know what I'm sayin' (What's up)
Ain't nothin' happenin' everybody down at...(What's really up)
Movin' thangs, that's what's up know what I'm sayin'
(Go ahead and perv on them turntables) Yeah, ha ha
That was my nigga G, know what I'm sayin' ha ha
We just pervin'
All the motherfuckin' playas is in the motherfuckin' house
Know what I'm sayin' it's the time for the big time pervers
Know what I'm sayin' just pervin'

Yo Ken bring me out one of those ol' funky base lines

Yo hold on, what the fuck that nigga from D-M-X doin' in here
(Yeah, that nigga wanna fuck with Black Suave)
Yo hand me that chopper G let me do this bitch
Give me that motherfuckin' chopper, ya punk mother... hey [* Gunfire *]
Bitch you ain't jokin' now ya sucker ass bitch
(Damn what's up dude, what's really up)
Drop that bitch

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

A message to the underground
That mean dope fiends, pimps, prostitues
Gangstas, yankers, murderers, school boys
Mamas, papas you know what I'm sayin'
Suckers, niggas who talk shit
All you motherfuckers who think ya wanna be low down and dirty
Know what I'm sayin' you motherfuckers listen up
Cause there's a new fuckin' king in town know what I'm sayin'
With that hardcore, pimp, rap shit
And his name is Master P
Keep ya motherfuckin' eyes open cause if I ever catch ya slippin'
Ya creep and ya crip to my motherfuckin' bullets ya caught
Ya know what I'm sayin' that means ya lost
But I got one motherfuckin' thing to say
Ya know what I'm sayin' don't play dumb
Cause if ya talk shit on the P, ya get dumped in a fuckin' trunk
Ya know what I mean, case closed, think about it

Master P is in the house (who the fuck is in the house)
Master P is in the house
Master P is in the house (Say what, say what, say what)
Master P is in the house (Ahh, yeah)
Master P is in the house (Yeah)
Master P is in the house
Master P is in the house (Straight livin')
Master P is in the house (Who's in the damn house)
Master P is in the house (Whose house is it)
Master P motherfuckin' house

[Master P talking]
Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man
(Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man)
Nah man, I'm tellin' you
(Another one of them freaky tails hey P)
Nah it ain't another fuckin' freak tails man
This girl named Dana, you can bang her man

[Master P]
There once was this girl named Dana
The dick was the only thing that contained her (Yeah)
She had real big tits, built thick as fuck
The girl was fine but the bitch was a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard a knock on the motherfuckin' door
I said "Who is it?" then she said "Ya know"
Then I unlatched the got damn lock
The girl came in and showed me her cot (Oh yeah)
The bitch said...
(Uh uh, I don't wear no draws, ya damn right)
(Ya won't never catch me with no draws on honey)
(Baby cause I'm everybody's good bitch)

[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) There she go right there, loook, look, look
Dana, you can bang her (That's my sister you talkin' about nigga)
Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm just clownin' I'm just clownin'

[Master P]
Dana, you can bang her is the name of the song
Dana is a bitch that can fuck all night long
And she'll love it if ya have a big dick
One night she came over by my house, listen to this
I called her baby, she grabbed my dick
She sucked it like a bottle and drove me crazy
Then she sucked my nuts and jacked off my dick
Poured honey up my ass and started to lick
That's when I said STOP
The bitch eyes turned green and she said "Give me all ya got"
The bitch hit the kitchen and got some ice
Rubbed it on my nuts and dick and played juggle the dice
Then she jumped up and did a handstand
Upside down, singin' "You're my magic man"
Dick juiced her all in the face
I was about to put on my pants but the bitch said wait (Wait)

[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) I'll give ya something to bang

[Master P]
Now ya know Dana is the neighborhood bitch
In case ya bump into her, she looks like this
She has a tattoo on her ass, a picture of a flower
She drives a 300 ZX, she comes out after hours
She wears real tight clothes and some small little draws
A one night stand, she likes em' six feet tall
But don't fall in love cause you'll get used
To Dana it's a job and your just a toot
Has a body like thunder, make ya just wonder
Lick ya ear, lick ya chest and then she goes under
So be on the lookout, ya need a whip and chain to tame her
And if ya meet a workin' girl named Dana
Ya better watch out because it might be Dana

[Hook]
Dana you can bang her (Ha, ha you got to hook me up with that bitch)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (I give head to anybody for free) 
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
My whole calendar is open
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
From January to the end of December
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good)