Get Your Paper Master P

P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga.

Get Your Paper Master P f/ E-40

Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha! E-40: Oooo! Huh? P what’s up boy? MP: What’s up 40 boy? E-40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey don’t know we been doin’ dis. E-40: Last Deezy, Last Don.

Paper Chasing Master P f/ MC Eiht

after trying to hit it Pesos to hood rat hoes, oh yes Can't shut us down cause this Tribe's on the Quest Possess the baddest sacks to have your block sewed Interference - we giving a clearence to

Ghetto Model Master P

with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you [Hook - 2x] Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her [Master

211 Master P

the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub So they smashed off hella quick Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit So put this nine up in your bra strap And when we get

Lets Get Em Master P

"[Master P/C-Murder] [Chorus] Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [Master P] Uhhhhh Fuck it, let's get em [x4] [C-Murder] I'm a motherfucking soldier Bitch I thought I told ya

I'm Alright Master P

[Intro] I'm too strong to lose, I mean My hustlin skills keep me in the game I've got too much paper to fall off Man you can take all kind of shots at me I'll bounce back [Chorus: repeat 2X] You only get

Ghetto Ballin Master P

[Verse 1: 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

If Master P

[Master P (Souya)] Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it?

Till We Dead & Gone Master P

Hook - Master P Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga Master P I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But I could stand on the corner Wit killas

Till We Dead And Gone Master P

"[Chorus - Master P] Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga [Master P] I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods

I Don`t Master P

dollas I'm flippin CDs from tape, to 'cane we got power Hit the block big Bentley, rollin with the top ball Niggas jumped cap so wodie they fell off Now wodie can't hustle, and wodie can't eat I had paper

Shake What Ya Got Master P

[Master P] Hey ma [repeat 3X] Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the

Love Hate Master P

[Master P] Hey ma [repeat 3X] Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the

My Dogs Master P

[Master P] Hey ma [repeat 3X] Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the

Shake What Ya Got (Feat. C-Los, Black, Tank & Pop) Master P

Master PHey ma {*repeat 3X*} Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot Hook: Master P - repeat 2XShake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the bottom

I'm A Gangsta Master P

Rogers, nigga [Master P] Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not Joey nigga I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga [Pop] Befo' a nigga expose the trigger And have you mobbin it like

I`m Going Big Time Master P

[Interviewer] Master P now that you have made it big time what doy ou have to say to the people who didn't think you could make it [Master P] Same shit I had to say last year "Fuck Em!"

Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P

, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and

Stack yo chips (Ft. Master P & C Murder) Mystikal

(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Welcome to My City Master P

California It never rain in the sun shine 'cause down here the murder rate's high And bitches love to suck a line A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man And you might get

Da Last Don Master P

No Limit So you want to get rid of gansta rap but what if gansta rap gets rid of you how'd you like them apples you want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music but they don't want that

Bullets Gots No Name Master P

floor with a front row hoe partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with let me tell you bout this little fool I know he was swift and fast, always on

Time For a 187 Master P

, came short on the d-zough Bout to hit the window gats out the window and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies This your final call, I mean your final

Stop Playing Wit Me Master P

WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up nigga!

Dead Presidents Master P

hahahahaha that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine and we

Hot Boys & Girls Master P

[phone ringing] [No Limit studios] -"No Limit studio" [Master P] -"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" [NLS] -"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"

Make Em Say Uhh #2 Master P

"[phone ringing] [No Limit studios]-""No Limit studio"" [Master P]-""Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"" [NLS]-""Nigga, who the fuck is this?""

Yappin' Master P

[Intro: Master P] Man you need to cut all that woofin out Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT) Cause

Hands of a Dead Man Master P

[Verse-1] As they shackled and chained me for a murder case Out the hood on my way to CYA And from CYA to the Pembrooke If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more But just like a g I remained

Robbery Master P

Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker and when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot) Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot) nothing but assholes

Low Down & Dirty Master P

in other words nigga I'm low down and dirty [Chillee Powdah] creep out the window, get in the undercover pinto my homies smoking endo dank but just think some nigga bout to come up short and get

We Like Them Girlz (Feat. Silkk The Shocker & Curren$Y) Master P

you where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks Hey girl won't you do that dance Lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing I like your

Trust Nobody Master P

like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood thats why I slide on your ass cause it makes me feel good all this shit you talk when im not around get your crown on nigga but you still aint down

Thug Chick Master P

[Master P] I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid

Thug Chick Feat. Halleluyah Master P

Master PI like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer And still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV And Paris Hilton get paid to

It's All Good Master P

I've been waitin' on you, for all night long Thinkin' 'bout what I'll do when you get home Boy I'll cook for you, massage you too And give you that freaky good lovin' if you want me to [Chorus:Repeat x4

It's A Drought Master P

[Hook - 2x] It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo' [Master P] First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope And if

Ghetto Honey Master P

I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master P] I wanna wife you shorty, but let's get one thing straight I could get you a Benz, or a house by the lake You want one with cameras, you want one with

We Like Them Girlz Master P

where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks hey girl won't you do that dance lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing I like your

Pass Me Da Green Master P

This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers) Roll your blunts tight And light your joints Inhale...slowly exhale And that's how you get high.

Time to Check My Crackhouse Master P

[Chorus x 4] Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man

No More Tears Master P

trust in this world -This for you mom Momma, this is one thing I still can't realize How you been so strong when my brother died You done kept the family together tight Thinkin about how we gone get

I Ain't Play'n Master P

[Chorus 4X: Master P] Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin [Master P] I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin

There They Go Master P

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Where them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up [Drumma

There They Go (Feat. Drumma Boy) Master P

Hook: Master P - repeat 2XWhere them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Drumma BoyI pull

Playa Haterz Master P

mac10 ready to blast me And pass me up as if you didn't know Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor Verse 2 (Master P) Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning Suckers jealous

Who Them Boyz Master P

[Intro] [Master P] Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga) [Lil Jon] Yyyeeeaahhh! [Lil Jon] Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P) [Master P] Uuuughhhh!

Goodbye to my homies Master P

How do I say goodbye to what we had The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Ya'll

20 On Cars 26 On Trucks Master P

wan' play with us [Curren$y] Hot Spitter man, pockets only fifty grand Riding a big body Impala, me and my partna Stan 20 inch rims, keep 'em spinning like a ceiling fan Haters goal tending, trying to get