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Master P Lyrics

Master P Lyrics

Dead Presidents

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 be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row
you got niggas packin heat
and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
and the game get thicker
when you think its all good
down bows another nigga
to the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
but I've seen alot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
I'm too deep to quit
cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits
dead presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
dead presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
and on my stomach spells T-R-U
that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
that jumped out this game of crack
to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
and we aint takin no shorts
independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
and them blue signs is thicker
cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker
wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you runnin on my set
talking that hoe shit fool
and No Limit only means the beginning
cause when the other niggas is fading
we just beginning
got more juice than ojay
got more four than fourplay
got more game than M.J.
and like Cube say today will be a good day
25 G's for a key
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
and we bout to chop the top off
this motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
oh, and them hoes is the side show
and bustas gettin beat down
niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
and we sicker than sickery
tricker than trickery
catch you slippin bitch than you history
cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get deep
how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
you gotta watch your ass
and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
and watch close to your enemy
cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
and the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
but don't tell a nigga where your stash
you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game
to all my niggas out their in the game
ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can
(chorus plays as P talks)
yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich
know what I'm sayin
all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco
and all them hustlas thats rollin with me
the TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000
got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit

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99 Ways to Die
A Woman
After Dollars No Cents
After Dollars, No Cents(feat. Silkk The Shocker
AKickDoe
Always Come Back To You
Always Look a Man in the Eyes
Anything Goes
Back Against the Wall
Back On Top
Back Up Off Me
Basketball
Bastard Child
Bitch I like
Bitches and Money
Black and White
Bloody Murder
Boonapalist
Boonapalist(feat. D.I.G., Ms. Peaches
Bounce That Azz
Bounce That Azz(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T
Bourbans And Llacs
Bout Dat
Bout Dat(feat. Silkk the Shocker
Bout It Bout It 2
Bout That Drama
Break Em Somethin
Bullets Got No Name
Captain Kirk
Come And Get Some
Come And Get Something
Commercial Young Guns
Commercial (Young Guns)(feat. Young Guns
Converse B Ball
Converse B-Ball
Crazy About You
Crazy Bout Ya
Crazy Bout Ya(feat. Mercedes, Ms. Peaches
Da Ballers
Da Ballers(feat. Jermaine Dupri
Da Last Don
Dana You Can Bang Her
Dead Presidents
Dear Mr President
Did I Do That
Doo Rags
Doo Rags(feat. Slay Sean
Dope Pussy and Money
Eternity
Eyes of a Killer
Eyes on Your Enemies
Foolish
Foolish(feat. Magic and Mo B. Dick
Gangsta Bitch
Gangstas Need Love
Get Yo Mind Right
Get Yo Mind Right(feat. C-Murder
Get Your Paper
Getaway Clean
Ghetto D
Ghetto Honeys
Ghetto Honeys(feat. Mac
Ghetto in the Sky
Ghetto Life
Ghetto Love
Ghetto Prayer
Ghetto Prayer(feat. Magic
Going Through Some Thangs
Golds in They Mouth
Goodbye To My Homies
Half On A Bag Of Dank
Hands of a Dead Man
Here We Go
Here We Go(feat. Fiend, Mystikal
Hit Em Up
Hit Em Up(feat. Tru (Silkk, C-Murder), Mercedez
Hoe Games
Homie Ride
Homie Ride(feat. C-Murder, Gambino Family, Silkk the Shoc
Homies and Thuggs
Homies and Thugs Remix
Hook It Up
Hook It Up(feat. Silkk the Shocker, and Bone-Thugs-N-Harm
Hot Boys And Girls
How To Be A Playa
How to Be a Playa(feat. Silkk the Shocker, Fiend
How You Do That There
Hush
Hush(feat. Krazy, Slay Sean
I Got That Dank
I Got the Hook Up!
I Got the Hook Up!(feat. Sons of Funk
I Miss My Homies
Ice Cream Man
Ice on My Wrist Remix
Ice on My Wrist (Remix)(feat. Magic
If I Could Change
Is it You? (Deja Vu)
Is There A Heaven 4 A Gangsta
Itch or Scratch
Itch or Scratch(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect
Jack of the Jackers
Just an Everyday Thang
Killa Pussy
Lets Get Em
Life I Live
Life in the Fast Lane
Life in the Fast Lane(feat. C-Murder
Live or Die
Locked Up
Locked Up(feat. Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy
Low Down and Dirty
Made Niggaz
Make Em Say Uhh
Mama Raised Me
Meal Ticket
Meal Ticket(feat. 8-ball and MJG, U.G.K.
More 2 Life
Mr Ice Cream Man
My Babooski
My Ghetto Heroes
Never Ending Game
No Limit Party
No Limit Soldiers II
No More Tears
Nobody Moves
Nobody Moves(feat. Magic, Silkk the Shocker
Oh Na Nae
Only God Can Judge Me
Only Time Will Tell
Ooh Shit
Ooohhhwee
Ooohhhwee(feat. Weebie
Paper Chasing
Paper Chasing(feat. MC Eiht
Pass Me Da Green
Plan B
Playa 4 Life
Playa From Around The Way
Playa Haterz
Playa Wit Game
Playaz From the South
Pockets Gone Stay Fat
Pockets Gone Stay Fat(feat. Magic
Psycho Rhymes
Pure Uncut
Real Love
Real Love feat Sera Lynn
Real Love(feat. Sera-Lynn
Return of Da Don
Return of Da Don(feat. Silkk the Shocker
Rich and Dangerous
Richtown
Ride
RIP
RIP Tupac
Robbery
Rock It
Rock It(feat. 5th Ward Weebie, Krazy
Roll How We Roll
Roll How We Roll(feat. Afficial
Rollin Thru My Hood
Safe Sex
Saxophone
Say Brah
Say Brah(feat. Mac
Scream
Scream(feat. Silkk the Shocker
Snitches
So Many Souls Deceased
So Much Pain
Some Jack
Somethin for the Street
Soulja Boo
Soulja Boo(feat. Erika Fox
Souljas
Step to Dis
Stop Hatin
Stop Playing Wit Me
Take it Outside
Tell Me Something Good
The Block
The Farm
The Ghetto Wont Change
Them Jeans
Thinkin Bout U
Throw Em Up
Thug Girl
Till We Dead And Gone
Time 2 Chill
Time For A 187
Time To Check My Crackhouse
Trick or Treat Whodi
Trick or Treat Whodi(feat. Slay Sean
Trust Nobody
Tryin 2 Do Something
Tryin To Do Somethin
Tryin To Do Something
Twerk That Thang
War Wounds
Watch Deez Hoes
Watch Your Ass
We Riders
Weed And Hennesey
Weed and Hennesey(feat. C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker
Weed and Money
Welcome To My City
When They Gone
When They Gone Radio
Where Do We Go From Here
Where Do We Go From Here(feat. Mac, Nas, Sons of Funk
Who Down to Ride
Who Down to Ride(feat. D.I.G.
Why They Wanna See Me Dead
With Me Part 2
Would You
Aint Nothing Changed
6 n Tha Mornin
A 2nd Chance
2 Way (It Takes Two - Remix)
Act A Fool
Bangin
Black Jesus
Break Em Off Somethin
Dem Jeans
Lets Ride (Radio Edit)
Tell Em
You Know Im a Hoe
Yall Dont Know
Yall Dont Want None
Still Ballin
Who Want Some
We All We Got
What Im Bout
Let Em Go
Its A Drought
Why They Wanna Wish Death
Your ABCs
Greens, Cornbread, And Cabbage
Fuck a Bitch Cause Im Paid
Ghetto Ballin
Reverse the Game
Rock-A-Bye Haters
How Gs Ride
Goin Through Some Thangs
Late Night Creepin
Let My 9 Get Em
Life Aint Easy
Kennys Dead
No Limit
I Dont
This Is For The Smokers
Hustlin
Im Bout It, Bout It
I Dont Give Ah What
Rollin the Dice
Hands of dead man
Im Going Big Time
Rock a Bye Haters
Gangsters Need Love
Ooooh Weeee
Smokin Green
With Me Part II
Whoadie Gone
6n the Morning
Trust No Body
The Real
Burbans And Lacs
Freak Hoes
Family Business




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