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

Till We Dead and Gone Master P f/ Bone Thugs-N-Harmo

[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 But i could stand

When They Gone Master P

episode the window open , they put him in the final front and you know what happens in the end (Chorus) I wish I could seen him before he died talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

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

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

Hands of a Dead Man Master P

bout a mothafucking phone call And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch Til this motherfucker

Whoadie Gone Master P

[Chorus with ad-libs] Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone,

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

We Riders Master P, Mac

[Master P] The game of life did change the old dope game is now called the rap game in other words you can't trust nobody money's the root of all evil I can either be your best friend or your

Ride 4 You Master P

Afficial Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side [Master P] Til death do us part we gon thug to the end See I got

Ride For You Master P

Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side Master PTil death do us part we gon thug to the end See I got you my nigga from the

Time For a 187 Master P

crazy, psycho and outie Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my money P don't take no shit Everyday all day

R.I.P Tupac Master P

I see death around the corner (Master P) Ya thought it was over But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave That's what they're screaming But theese

Psycho Rhymes Master P

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man.

Somethin for the Street Master P

just like 7 Up Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up And now its time for the testing of the dope Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke Now its off to the hood ??

Ride Master P

it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X) stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving but picture me a third ward nigga ballin' a house on the lake and one on the hill imagine in a ferrari

More 2 Life Master P

"[Chorus (4x):] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P:] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest

BOUT IT, BOUT IT II Master P

[Master P] uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it) if you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it (that mean you bout it, bout

Why They Wanna Wish Death Master P

trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me Boz

Represent Master P

Silkk [Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!)

Represent Feat. Silkk The Shocker Master P

[Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!)

Ghetto Love Master P

Dick] Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day

Never Ending Game Master P

live an eye for an eye You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners And you dead ain't no love on my spot Me and my partners pushing rocks Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting

Always Look a Man in the Eyes Master P

-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good -But we independent, black owned and making scrilla -We a threat to society -They ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in America -You

BACK UP OFF ME Master P

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

Basketball Master P

If you still love this game make some noise They're playing basketball We love that basketball They're playing basketball We love that basketball They're playing basketball We love that basketball

So Many Souls Deceased Master P

[Chorus (2x):] I done seen so many souls deceased That's why I ride with alot of killers with me [Master P:] The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game Alot of shit done changed to protect

1/2 On A Bag Of Dank Master P

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this

99 Ways to Die Master P

[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in

Homie Ride Master P f/ C-Murder, Gambino

[Chorus--Master P x4] I wonder when my homies ride Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry [Master P] Uggggh Made money from cane, but times done change I done change my life

Who Want Some Master P

[Chorus - x4] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters We in the club hella

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P

Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke This for all my dead homies My last time ridin up in

Soilder Till I Die TRU (Master P)

you earn ya dig Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers bitch Chours: Master P/(Magic) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

Com. 4 Master P

I smoked all that shit that shit was good And you aint saved me shit nigga? I just got a little carried away You know how fucking far I had to go to get that nigga?

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.

I Got That Dank Master P

Silkk (talking) : Let's go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20 (*coughs* I can't do that fool) Verse 1: I'm out of dank, my 40's halfway gone

These Streets Keep Me Rollin' Master P

"[Chorus: x4] [Master P] These streets keep me rollin' Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin' [Master P] You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho's a love you And these niggas

The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! Master P

(Master P) I don't know where I'm going to but selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night And

Stop Playing Wit Me Master P

Knuckle up nigga When we catch y'all..

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

Made Niggaz mack 10

[Master P] (Mack 10) Third ward, New Orleans. To Inglewood. To the motherfuckin world, nigga. Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?) Mystikal, and Master P. (They know, P, they know, they know.)

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

No More Tears Master P

I can 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

No Limit Party Master P

me at the side show Spinning daytons on the block with my giggety glock As a nigga let off bout 17 shots And as these motherfuckers make a move and choose me But I ain't tripping cause the P packs

Black and White Master P

[Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world

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?

Jack of the Jackers Master P

slipping so I took you with a gank move listen up rap world its a new fool a new gangsta, gangbanger, slanger, dope dealer murdering motherfucker, headbanger so listen to the tunes I tune up its 91 Master

Da Last Don Master P

american music but they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit you always point the finger at the bad guy but what if the bad guy points the finger at you fuck the politcians the media and

Black & White Master P

this goes to every woman, man, boy and girl It's a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides and chalk lines Correctional