Soldiers, Riders, & G's Master P

shit straight G And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas Ya heard me [Master P] We ridas, we ridas, we ridas [Snoop and Mystikal] Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride Boom

Soldiers Riders And G's Master P

shit straight G and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas ya heard me Master P We ridas, we ridas, we ridas Snoop and Mystikal Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride boom boom

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 Master P

hustle then mama don't eat I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed Chorus(2X) I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white

Ghetto in the Sky Master P

My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

Gangsta b Master P

ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm

Gangsta B... Master P

ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm

Roll How We Roll Master P

[Chorus: Afficial] Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in

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

Souljas Master P

You in the ghetto and you ain't got no hustlin skills GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at I don't know what you've been told I don't know what you've

Shut It Down Master P

, shut it down Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor Nigga wanna fight I got a motherfucking chopper I'm in the back getting blunted with thugs Whole city walk through, they give me kisses and

Soilder Till I Die TRU (Master P)

put that soldier shit on the map Verse 1 I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me I'm that D-I-G nigga

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

1-900-Master P Master P

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ?

What`s Up With That Master P

((Master P)) Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what Lets show these motherfuckers ((Chorus)) Master P dont take no bullshit What up with that x4 ((Master P)) I anit no

Dope, Pussy and Money Master P

[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big

Make say ugh Master P

Uh, dis P! P? Yeah, this P! P? Yeah! Well P, lemme hear ya say, "Ungh!" (voice cracking) Ungh! Nigga, this ain't no muthafuckin P! Man, hang the phone up. Make em say,"Ungh!" (Ungh!)

soldiers c murder

[Featuring Fiend Kane & Abel Mac Master P Mia X Mystikal] this goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers) At ease solute C MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there representin

Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P

Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans And cross the West Coast

Anything Goes Master P

to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy 19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug I hooked

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P

environment Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G

20 On Cars 26 On Trucks Master P

[Hook - 2x] We riding 20's on the cars, and 26's on the trucks And everybody digging us, it ain't no limit to the bucks We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up And haters moving out the

1-900 Master P Master P f/ Silkk

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that

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?""

We All We Got Master P

[Chorus - x2] [Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now

I Need Dubs Master P

[Intro: Master P] When I'm alone my car... I'm thinking about Miss Lorenzo... My girl amy... Sprewells,Giovanni,Daytons,Mo-Mos,Diablows and my girl Ashanti......

I Need Dubs (Feat. Lil'Romeo) Master P

"[Intro: Master P] When I'm alone my car... I'm thinking about Miss Lorenzo... My girl amy... Sprewells,Giovanni,Daytons,Mo-Mos,Diablows and my girl Ashanti......

Where They At 2 Lil' Romeo

Master P (Lil' Romeo) Where them boys at? (Where they at?) Where them girls at?

Let' Em Go Master P

[Master P] This goes out to anybody in the club That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go

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

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

No More Tears Master P

died You done kept the family together tight Thinkin about how we gone get throght this sorrow night This is crazy, I can't sleep nope Even though i got revenge written across my throat Five kids and

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

I'm A Gangsta Master P

[Chorus] Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we

Oh Na Nae Master P

Yo como aqui, tambien el dineros Yo quiero la pesos Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X) * I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money 'fore I play (dineros) I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money

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

Young G`s P. Diddy

Uhh, check it out, uhh *singing* I steps in where the Mo\'s and the hoes at bay-bee!

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

Never Ending Game Master P

And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one Send him to the moon Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom I mean the ghetto

Last Dance Tru

(Master P) And if you step to us killers then you dead cause I sleep with a HK Tre-8 then missed it in for red (Mia X) Another braud ass nigga on this back then if it is on your mind then

Uh-Ohh (Feat. Sheek Louch) Styles P

Master of Ceremonies in the building Aiyyo Poobz, roll a whole zip up Yo Louch get like four bottles of Courvoisier Tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns D-Block, forever, BITCH!

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

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

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

Time For a 187 Master P

-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up -Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream

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

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

Whoadie Gone Master P

it hurt man Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man And the sister, she was trippin' man Askin' me questions like "Who caught him slippin' man" Where you at and who around you I guess