1.Intro
2.Last Dance
(c-murder)
Sometimes i think the lord is testing me
Don't want to go to jail
I'm tired of getting arrested g
I know i'm spitting when i'm sell crack
But to a young nigga like me
A g ain't no turning back
Trying to settle down is hopeless
When a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I can't cope with it
A chance is something that i never had
I'm standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
Can't make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest
And watch my back because i'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a trap
I'm not tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raise like a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a grave
A closed clasket
Reminizing about my murder friends
But i'm proud of selling drugs
Providing my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a rock star
Tired of swolling dope
Everytime i see a cop car
Can't leave this spot
Till all my fuckin crack gone
Six rocks never asked the lord to let me make it home
Cause i'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that shit
I'm going to have to get my damn gun
Cause i can't take no chances
Either me or you going to die
I guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187
dance, 187 dance,
Fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, i mean
blood's spill
On the wall
(master p)
Blood on my palm
And i pack a glock
For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock
spot
(mia x)
But mia x got your back p
Cause ain't no bitch nor these kince
Aren't ever going to fade me
(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 we got this second line in for you
(master p)
In for you
What about you and you
Don't fuck with my crew
Cause i'll do your hoe too
Bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever
(mia x)
So the crowd better start ducking
Cause these no limit tru soldiers
Still ain't finish fuckin busting
(master p)
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. serv-on got life insurance
And i'm bout it bout it
(mia x)
Now don't talk about the way we do this
And bitches think they prepared to do this
Prepare to eat some bullets
(master p)
So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
Ain't no butterflying on the floor
But may you rest in peace
Chorus
(c-murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
Another victim of the dope game
That nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
A lot of pride
A lot of heart
So how you figure
My rep was on the line
Of course i had to kill that nigga
Crepped up on him playing basketball
Rolled down the window
And i shot that bitch with my soud off
I'm kind of crazy you can't get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me
I'm bout the dope pushing money grope
Just got out of jail
And already back slanging dope
My daddy wasn't there for me g
And my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three
So don't ask me why i'm heartless son
Cause i was raised by some killers
So i guess i gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
My girl said i won't live long
I'm sick because i itilize scarface and al kapone
Won't none of these niggas don't understand me
Master p, king george, and silkk and cali g
So don't fuck with tru man
And if you do
This will be your last dance
Chorus
3.That's How We Break Bread
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you know what i'm sayin'
P and bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some
dope
P and bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce into a key
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city i'm
able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
Master p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a mill because
Chorus 4x
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, og with a pimp ？？？,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that nigga pervis ？？？
Ain't no limits to these hits that i make
The ice cream man, the king pin of the bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
S.k. 'bout to get my hands dirty, tru stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 sel and buckle up
On my way way to sac. with them crome gats, 40 g's,
4 tires filled of that kill' crack
Don't give a fuck if i die or go to the pen.
I'm headed to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the richmond nino brown
Cause dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. king blow the blues,
Bullets ？？？ cause fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a ？？？ away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the back
And i give you a bitch before i give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ？？？ on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks like a clock
Chorus 4x
Just another episode of how us no limit tru niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the
underworld
You know what i mean and like nigga p
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
That's how we break bread hahahaha
4.Mobbin Through My Hood
Mobbin thru my hood
(master p)
Uh huh, all y'all tru playaz get ya handz in the air
Let's mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out
(chorus)
Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good
Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good
(king george)
Rollin thru richmond in my six-fo'
Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues
Called master p to get tha scoop
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu
I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets
Watch how i mash on this white chump
Front back side 2 side on a speed bump
I say,'gotta come n get me.' with a 350
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway
Six deep in the car goin sideways
Chorus
(silkk)
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i'm feelin kinda tipsy
I see my future as a gypsy
I see tha picture but it aint all clear
But i know one thing, i'm not supposed to be here
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city
Seems c-murder told me to come get him, so you know i had to
floss
Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock
Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie
Cuz it's a everyday thangs where i hangs
At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs
At mobb'n thru tha east bay, each day
R-i-c-h-m-o-n-d, to tha ca
Where tha playaz be hangin,
But i can't ride slow cuz my hood
Aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0.
And i be puttin in work, mobb'n thru da hood,
Have my deez spinnin like the earth (＊3x fading＊)
Chorus
(big ed)
Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness
Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless
Ease on down tha yellow brick road
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload
Cause all that they got luv for me
Cash is more important than the ricm's
Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it
Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection
Let's see where your heart is at
But mine is in right exact tha g-spot
Cause i got the click that fools can't get
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness
My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya
see
Chorus
C-murder mobb'n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin
Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin
Wanna get with me, wanna do me
But i ain't trippin so fire up the doobie
I thank god, i'm not in a casket
Just the other day, another brother got blasted
Comin up, tryna get bigger
But i ain't goin down, like mary j, i get richer
Chorus
Master p ya, master p, that tru click
No limit records, mobb'n thru da hood
Like that 500 scl
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool..
5.Living That Life
Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
Check this out
See i'm a g on the grind 24／7
Don't give a damn if i don't go to heaven
Us g's live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
So i'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I know it's sad but i gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me jack or jill
You know what p, man you right
Cause if i live to see twenty-one, well i lived a long-life
And the p won't change
Call me mr. rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt
My auntie marie told my mamma that i'll probably get my cap
peeled
And i don't give a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream
truck
Chorus： tru
Cause i'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause i'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain't livin' right
Cause i'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby
Silkk kick some shit
I'll be glad to
Fool, why you live like you live
Cause i have to
When i be leavin' the house, i be lyin' to my chick
Tell her i'll be home, cause i don't want that cryin' shit
I wish i could tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i'll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin' nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up daisies
Because i'm hangin' with these killas
She's always tellin' me not to hang with my tru niggas
Chorus
Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that i spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn't blame bush when he bombed iraq
Or noreaga when he ？？？ for sellin' that crack
And it's sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin' of rodney king
Hit three-million dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain't shit
And oj wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat tyson and tupac before that went to jail
And it's sad to see this happen
Stars like michael jackson on trial now what's really happenin'
And ？？？ must be a joke
Anita hille, clarence thomas now what's up folks
And no role models to look up to
That's why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and
blue
A bastard child without a father figure
I'm not spice 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin' to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave
Chorus
Why you wanna live that life, i'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
It ain't no limit to these tru niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, i'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
No-no-no-no-no-no-no
6.Another Day, Another Dollar
Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase
Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey
Seems it's a trip what niggas 'll do
For a grip in this day and age
See i be tryin' to get paid and
Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight
Like the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while they glarin'
When i hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip
It's about that time
I got my hand upon my nine
Plus my money be on my mind
Stay away from these niggas
That be shady like a tree
I try to show 'em love
And get ta thinkin' they can be me
But a nigga i'll blast you
If i have to(why？)
Because cash rules(damn)
Another day another dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
If you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that i make
It's a day another dolla
Another dolla another day
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3
Dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all
Bitch i'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin' gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like hardaway
I do more pimpin' than scottie
A nigga fuckin' violent,
Plus i'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas show
They don't understand
Cause if i don't die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, i'ma be tha man(damn)
And i be quick to hop in
Some gangsta shit(like that)
See if i had a quarter
For ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, i be rich
Kinda had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my clique right behind me
Nigga you know, just where to find me
Just tryin' to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut before the taz hit
But i been in this game so long
Shit, i done mastered it
By any means
The more fiends, the more green i have
I just kick back
And watch them, go out and get tha cash
And then i laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my paper
I stay tru to tha ghetto
Even if i make a mill'
Cause that's the only place i can go
When i'm broke and i keeps it trill
You besta believe
How i be about my mail(what？)
Whether it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
You know i gots to, watch my back
And be 'for shure black
(they can't fuck with you)
Beacause it's a proven fact(what？)
That some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be major
They trip
Cause how can i have a grip
And only be a teenager
You know they can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't fuck with you)
Even though i wear a vest
And two straps you know i'ma still die(damn)
But until then i'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin' back
And ain't no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' with me
So i guess i'll be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' over me
Heh, young silkk
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that money
Tha paper chase you know what i'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all real
We all 'bout tha motherfuckin'
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it
7.Watch Your Ass(Bonus)
Now let's take you to a motherfuckin' commercial
At the red light, four niggas deep
I'm in the benz, i see 'em watchin' me
I ain't trippin' so i play it off
Like i'm fixing my mirror
But i'm going for the sawed-off
I told sonya-c to wake up
She jumped up mad sayin'
What the fuck is up
Car full of the dank smoke
Ed said
P man let's show these niggas we ain't no joke
It's time to get this shit on
Which one you gonna shoot
It doesn't matter homes
I said fuck it
Rolled down the window, and left 'em like ？？？
Four niggas cold dead in the other car
Pop pop yeah, now what the fuck you saw
Cause i ain't one on a trip with a ski-mask
It's just a mother fuckin' message, watch your ass
Chorus： tru
Watch your motherfuckin' ass nigga
Watch your motherfuckin' ass
Watch your motherfuckin' ass bitch
Watch your motherfuckin'
Now back to out motherfuckin' program bitch
8.Walk Like A Killer
9.Commercial.
10.Anything Goes
Chorus 2x
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you fuck
That's how it goes
Young nigga tryin' to get rich
Posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him betty crocker
Cause he got the bacon
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager
Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga
Pockets gettin' bigga
Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
Chorus 2x
Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas
If i were a football player, i'd probably be lawrence taylor
Blockin' these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know master p's got it goin' man
That's why i fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick
But you cause you lame
But like ice cube said, 'let's cut out the little man'
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain't a thang to these tru niggas, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong p
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won't last
Chorus 2x
Comin' from the bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch
Flip pure game, like the og's taught me
Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty
Chorus 2x
It's nothin' but the g in me
I have a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
Nigga, cause big ed be like tru to it
Always wearin' nikes' cause i just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ？？？
Cause he's rollin' on my ？？？, like a weather got my action
Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was micheal jackson
So nigga
Who ride, i ride, slide
But they can't touch ya
With my tru niggas on my side
And you know i got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
Chorus 2x
A nigga tip toe through the do'
You know i'm bout 6'4' plus mo'
So i had to get low
And niggas lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y'all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it's all good in my hood
Well i can't
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin'
Cause it ain't
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin'
Seems i caught a flat, so silkk started 3-wheelin'
Chorus 2x
11.I'm Bout It, Bout It
Master p (talking)
Yeah ha, i could never turn my back nigga. (never.)
I could never forget where i came from.
This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (master p.)
Native of new orleans. (louisiana)
All you tru soldiers.
Give it up for richmond, california. (puttin 'em on the map.)
Put em up, represent, where you from？ (westside, southside.)
Check out some of this down south shit though nigga.
You bout it, i'm bout it bout it
If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it
I represent where them killers hang
Third ward, calliope projects, we got are own name
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And mr. rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but g's (g's)
＞from richmond, california all the way back to new orleans
That murder capitol of the world so fool watch your back
The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back
And niggas aint trippin' on yo life g (life g)
They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ring
Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag
You aint thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shit
You roll through the projects you might get your wig split
Mr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter
You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water water
I mean that clicker juice (dang), fermaldahide (like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck
They leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some muthafuckin' japanese (damn)
Aint no love in this hood, aint no love for g's
And these niggas killin' bitches too
And these bitches settin up niggas cause don't give a fuck about
you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause i'm bout it bout it
Third ward, calliope projects, you know they bout it bout it
And that fourth ward is bout it bout it
I mean that fifth ward, and tenth ward, you know they bout it
bout it
Twelfth ward, bout it bout it
And that thirteenth, seventeenth uptown, downtown, across the
sea
Bout it bout it, cause we bout it bout it
My little homie hot minus sign, they bout it bout it
Bout it bout it, i mean we bout it bout it
King george, tru you know we bout it bout it
Silkk, you know he bout it bout it
My manager tc, you know he bout it bout it
Big ed, bout it bout it
Sonya c, you know she bout it bout it
C-murder, bout it bout it
Mr serv-on is bout it bout it
Mo b dick, you know he bout it bout it
Cally g, k-lou, bout it bout it
Craig, you know he bout it bout it
And mia x gonna kick some shit she rowdy rowdy
Mia x
I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that i'm bout it
Comin from the crescent, testin nuts
And eady to bust some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck, hoes you best be backin' up
＞from this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way i have to do this
So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this tru
click
The bitch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face
Cause mia x will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick your earholes laced with my pimpstress funk
Punks playa hate beacuse they shit be bump
But i dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss
Cause in this drama field, fool we aint takin' no shit
Downtown sixth ward left feet on guard
Seven ward hard heads, niggas out that saint bernard
Ninth ward pressed for desire and florida, new orleans
So bout it every day we comin harder firewater
Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Regreet em plus my ate two fate got em payin twenty bones
So bring it on cause i gotta recognize
No limit and mia x, nigga flex if you bout it bout it
You bout it bout it, yeah i'm bout it bout it
And rest in peace my girl jill cause she was bout it bout it
Master p
I mean she bout it bout it, she was bout it bout it
Them niggas from no limit records, you know we bout it bout it
Master p, you know i'm bout it bout it
The whole new orleans, them motherfuckers are bout it bout it
Baton rouge, you know they bout it bout it
Jackson, tennesse, you know they bout it bout it
Alabama, even georgia
And all you other motherfuckers down in southside florida
You know they bout it bout it cause we bout it bout it
＞from richmond, california to oakland, they bout it bout it
Cross the bay to san fransisco, to the eastside
Huh, you know they bout it bout it
Down in kansas city, you know they bout it bout it
Kentucky, ohio, washington, they bout it bout it
Mean green, you know he bout it bout it
Craig street, that nigga bout it bout it
Rock raines, huh, ya know he's bout it bout it
My nigga vercy carter, you know he bout it bout it
Rasheem in the magnolia, know ya bout it bout it
And all them niggas uptown fuckin' bout it bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with that gold
Bout it bout it (bout it bout it)
Them niggas bout it bout it (bout it bout it)
My little brother kevin miller, rest in peace (rest in peace)
Young nigga, he was bout it bout it
Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout it bout it
Yeah, f you bout it, say you bout it.
Being about it means you down to do whatever.
You bout it？
I'm bout it.
12.Fuck Them Hoes
Yeah heh heh
Y'all ain't think i was gonna make somethin' for y'all
Funky hoes this year, this is for y'all pussy poppin', shake
that ass
Goin' to the club, borrowin' skirt, goose neck
Once a month draws changin', funky ass hoes
Yeah y'all funky bitches heh
All y'all bitches tryin' get me for my money
Y'all gonna end up with nothin' but dick and pounds of milk
bitch
Ha ha yeah, i done hooked back up with my little cousin mo b
dick
Y'all might know him as pullin' rank
But we 'bout to do this shit
We layin' the beats down real thick
And i'm about to get nasty stupid with you funky hoes
I'm jumpin' on you bitches cause you hoes got me mad
And all you money hungry hoes y'all can kiss my ass
Tryin' play a playa for his wallet like a bitch
I told you all you mother fuckin' bitches suck dick
Cause all hoes suck dick
You ain't talkin to me
Yeah i'm talkin to you bitch
But your pussy fuckin' stank
And stop washin' your draws in the motherfuckin fish tank
You need to get a life, go find a job bitch
Stop suckin' the nigga dick just to get your nails fixed
How many licks in a mother fuckin' lollypop
She'll call you maxwell
Bitch will suck me till the last drop
Don't blame it on the drank and the weed bitch
You and harry are gettin' on your fuckin' knees trick
From your sister momma auntie daughter g
I know your ass back in the mail for me
Now your hustlin' bustin' your ass for shit
Cause ain't no nigga in the hood gettin' your hair fixed
You're just an old perpetratin' dick suckin' bitch
And i'm a let you hoes know who you fuckin' with
That m-a-s-t-e-r to the p bitch
Fuckin' with us killas
I'm a drop you to your knees trick
Think your ass played me like a mother fuckin' dog hoe
I'm a leave your ass dropped dead on the floor ha ha
Chorus：
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black
Once a hoe, always a hoe
How you gonna tell a nigga you don't suck dick no more
Shit, you bitches know y'all hoes can serve that
Talkin' bout i don't do that type of shit
How many times a nigga heard that
Yeah i'm a pay you some money but ya gotta wait until the mornin
hoe
But i'll be like sideways before you start yawnin' though
I don't love these bitches, i never did, never will though
We gonna put it down me and p on you clown hoes
Doggin' bitches from the south to the west coast
Havin' hoes stuck like some dope-fiend without a dope
Don't ask silkk for shit
Cause i ain't got nuttin' but dick and some bubblegum
Fresh out of gum she gonna want some dick
Come over here and get you some
Chorus：
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black
I've had just about enough from you immature shit talkers
Claim you pimpin' hoes and reppin' on your dicks
But really bustin' nuts like water, balloons in your hands
I gives a damn about you cum catchers
And i betcha thought that it was just another dog a bitch rhyme
But mia keeps it on her mind and i don mind tryin'
A whole heap of niggas runnin' off at the pussy eaters
Sisters don't give a fuck about you and we damn sure don need ya
Frontin' ass always tryin' clown
But be the main mother fucker havin' dinner downtown
Mounds of niggas talkin' 'bout who got a funky cat
But that because the fact is that their nose be in the crack
Yeah reppin' on your dick bitch you needs to be smacked
Cause doin' that ride is like sittin' on a tic tac
Black mother fuckers always quick to trip
But know they came up on welfare and shit
Food stamps, medicade and commodities
Section 8 in projects so how you knockin' me
And claimin' you don't trip bitch you know you breaks me off
Before you give your boys or your messy ass moan
At salon shoppin' mall and nail shop here i go
Once my pussy hairs leave your teeth lookin' like a piano
So, i don't give a fuck about them niggas
Talkin' that shit cause you know you gonna pay a bitch
So playa you can talk what you want to yo niggas
But when it all boils down you know your
Bitch ass gonna pay a bitch
I said i don't give a fuck about you niggas
Talkin' that shit cause you know you gonna pay a bitch
13.Ain't No Glock
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ？？？
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ？？？
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ？？？
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ？？？
Livin' like a killer
God damn, i'm lookin' at my picture in the paper
I know i shot the bitch, but you know i didn't rape her
Called up moms to get the whole low down
Said leave town, the feds kicked the door down
Reaching for my indo and lookin' out the window
I know i should've burnt that bitch with the pinto
Watchin' my back cause you get what you give
And niggas who kill ain't got long to live
But i really can't trip off a 187
I done smoked so many, close to 11
Cause i'm in the shit deep, i can't even sleep
Can't wait for 12 o'clock for a late night creep
Don't take me to jail, i'm a 2 time loser
The cops wanna trip, i'm a have to get my ruger
Got bullet-proof windows on my gold-plated lexus
Need to take a trip, got a cousin in texas
Sellin' dope for awhile so you know i got ends
About 40 g's only got 3 friends
Smith ＆ wesson and 9 millimeter
Always wanna see ya, and dying just to see ya
To all you og's on the run, yo i feel ya
Cause life ain't easy when you livin'like a killer
Livin' like a killer, or should i say dope dealer
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
Livin' day after day, so fuck the future
You let your guards down and a nigga might do ya
Just like the pen. everybody can't win
If you fall on your face than a nigga goin' in
Don't cross that line or ya might get choked
Fuck what your sayin' you can keep your smoke
In jail or not i'm a handle my shit
You wanna act like a hoe so i'm a treat you like a bitch
Down with no limit so you know i got clout
Quick to get the gat and put some wire in your mouth
First degree murder, pre-medi-tated
An unsolved death that's drug related
I guess you could say that crime's my hobby
Aggrivated assault and a massacre robbery
Can't see my face cause my life ain't healthy
Man that crack just make me wealthy
Got ends and ends from the dope i deal ya
If i come up short than i gots to kill ya
That's the life of a killer
Or should i say dope dealer
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no glock like the one i got
Some people like smith ＆ wesson
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
14.Rev. Do Wrong(Bonus)
15.Tru Playaz
I got five on the trizzay, today is a gizzay
Jumped in my chev on the way to the dizzay
And i'm a ring ding dong like dre
But i'm strapped with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should i hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it i hear today cause i never been a role model
I'm out for the dough taz on my back
Shake the po po's, never did time for crack
This young playa, i don't play
Got more bitches then oil of olay
But i'm smooth like gladness, hustlin is a habit
Spinach for popeye, fool i like cabbage
Can tell by you walk and the way that you talk
Youz a tru playa x2
It be the, it be the, it be the s-i-l to the k
The nigga that you love to hate, but these hoes, yep, they love
to date
Mom trippin goin have to get yours
Stumblin and fallin as i tip toe
Now watch me jump and pimpin this system for what it's worth
I got so many ways but like first thing's first
Now let's see if you can catch this
Bouncin, leanin, smashing the lexus
I'll be a playa and you know i'm tru
I got them g's on my side and you know how us g's do
Another day, another dollar
I'm not a scholar cause i didn't graduate
Share my school i get a paycheck
You know i'm always flossin
Can't be keepin them niggas up on they toes, pimpin these hoes
I'm better off in, in the car that's what they told me
I'm a soldier, down with this no limit click like i told ya
Chorus x2
The money comes slow, the money go fast
Playas like tru stash cash in the garbage bag
Every day, all day, time to roll bread
C.o.b. on the spot, how we get paid
Ak's fully strapped in the backpack
King george, like the mack in the white lac
Bumper jack intact, time to step back
Guinea pigs in the crowd get thier head cracked
Here i come again on the straight coming
The s to the s to the e to the e to the r to the r to the v to
the o to
The n
It's all about his dividends
And i ain't hesitant
In 95 i changed my residence to make bigger presidents
Never been a kid like jason
On and off the court i'm pimpin them hoes like gary payton
Eyes red like satan
High from that dank
Straight from the city to give two nuts about a body on stank
So nick nack paddywhack, p pass a sack or pass a dack game
Trippin off a nickel sack of weed
Been pushin hella weed since i jumped out my daddys nut seed
So aint no use in failing green like sam sneed
So when you see me you might as well count your stack
Respect what i jack and let me show you what you lack
And treat you how a real playa supposed to act
Cause i'm a real tru playa
Chorus x2
See i'm a g to be a playa, a playa to be a g
It's the b to the i
And what you be？
I be a g
And what do people call you？
Some people call me e
And what you used to slang？
I used to slang that d
See i add flavor to this cut like jalapeno bro
See i'm hotter then tobasco hoe, flowin fast or slow
Cause yall be roll up through them cuts
Runnin or rust, got that glock cocked ready to pop
Let off seventeen hundred shots
Uh, so either kill me pull the plug nigga
Cause i'm that nigga, the real nigga, sittin behind that trigger
Cause tru be them tru playaz
So big ed puts it down and keeps dumpin on them playa haters
Chorus x2
16.Would You Take A Bullet For Your Homie
Most fools be tripping swaring that they got your back
But so so funk sure they running faster then flo jo
Like a hoe and now his boy is like hung out, strung out
Shots rang out, the jackers left him laid out
Now you decide to come back after them fools leave
Scream your boys name, tugging on his buddies sleeve
Couldn't understand it, took it for granted
Left for gone when he panicked
You can hear his mom cry as his body hit the canvas
A six tre rolled up with the lights dim
Then he broke, in his voice bullet meant for him
Suckers be bouncin' when the funk flow
But if you rolling with me there's one thing that i gots to know
Chorus 2x
Would you take a bullet for your homie
I got trust up in myself cause most these fools are living phony
The b-i-g e-d is going out like a g
And my partners behind the triggers are on the side of me
So if it falls out, brothers i'm going all out
So tell my mom i love her if the game takes me out
Cause i'm real for the tru
My love is running deep for the family i would die for you
Big ed is scared of dying yo that's sort of true
But i would rather die then to let somebody kill you
Cause i know my nina be singing busting caps on nizzide
Tizzide, homocide on them bustas
Be the only thing that will make me feel all right
I'm down to go i know these suckas are aiming for my chest
Be aware of my smith and his partner wes
But if i'm gone g i guess i have to go g
Just pour some liquor on the curb and remember me
The b-i-g e-d, the real o.g.
The ace that laid down and took a bullet for his homie
Chorus 3x
Would you take a bullet now let's just face the facts
There may be consiquences, uh, and you may not be coming back
So before all that on the line think about them times
And if the bullet was for me would you take mine
And for my homies, we drank, threw up, grew up and played
together
We goin' die, we goin' get shot but we goin' stay together
A pint of gin as i reminisce on my ace deuce
A real g that laid it all down for his crew
I could still see it just as plain as day
Lying in the street before we die that what he said
Told me to stay strong and give his mom a kiss
Rip, definately goin' be missed
So for all my homies i did dirt and put in work
I'll take a bullet for you homie even though it'll hurt
Chorus 2x
Silkk would you die for me, i'd die for you fool
Lay it all down for the t-r-u crew
That's how it's gonna be
No that's how it's gotta be
I got love for my folks because my folks got love for me
A g, see, the youngest in the crew
Tatoo across my stomach got t-r-u
When i'm rollin' up on them b's with my g's i'm never tripping
Big ed is on your side with that nine
And the pippen
The kamakaze, these suckers really don't know me, the o.g.
Rolling with king george, cally g, and master p
And uh, c-murder, silkk, the real untouchables
Down to die for all but much quicker to bust a hoe
Now you know that's for show are you a real g
You say you a kill but would you take a bullet for your homie
Chorus 2x
Yeah yeah fool check this out though
The game ain't even the same anymore man
The game gettin' thick you know what i'm sayin' nigga
Its gettin' to thick that means it time to get out
You know what i'm sayin', it ain't even cool though partner
I gotta say rip to kevin miller my little brother man
I'm gonna see you in the cross-fire fool
Plan b, gangsta earl, my little partner vernell
Y'all goin' be missed though man
This defenately for all you players out there you know what i'm
sayin'
I know y'all out there rollin' one of those big fat ass phillies
You know what i'm sayin'
Getin' high, rollin' with your partners
You could be rollin' with a bitch you know what i'm sayin'
You should look that motherfucker in the eye you know what i'm
sayin'
Ask that motherfucker is he down for you, is he tru to the game
In other words, would he take one of them 44's you know what i'm
sayin'
One of them mack 10's, one of them tre 8's or somethin' like
that
You know, is he willing to die for the cause
17.3 Strikes
Yeah an i'm here to see king george
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
Sit down just for that i'm gonna give that nigga 20 to life
Burn nigga burn
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow, just like a snail
Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt a bad deal
Quiet in the court when the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Mow wear jump suit and black stained boots
25 went to hell, that's what i get
No i don't smoke but i can go for a cigarette
Another black man in the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If i gotta die, king george ain't scared
With a bald head, i be better of dead
Chorus 4x
3 strikes and they tryin' to give a nigga life
My man is still in jail
Don't stress on me, keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me mother fucker gettin' took
It's all going down, blame it on the white man
Spike in my hand, king george with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard what i said
You not gettin' paid, you wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans , mother fucker wanna know how i get mine
Don't do the crime if you can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a t with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas in my whole life
Chorus x4
God damn, what they got you for man
Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
Fuck it aww, assault and battery on the police
You know what i'm sayin', man shit
Man this snitch got me right, this snitch ratted on me man
I was like on cut boulevard, this nigga named roy he seen me
I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
I took the dope from the bitch, then this white lady came
I hit her in her head, dropped the bitch in the car
Chopped her fingers off man then i fled up that
And they caught me up in east oakland man
Man shit, i ain't trippin' though dogg
Shit i'm a soldier like you , see this blue arm band i got on
Nigga i'm on santa rita, i'm on the side with the killas
I'm joseph wilson nigga
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest of them old hoe ass
niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here come the captain here come the captain
Listen up, when i read your name off the list
You gonna know where you gonna be at in the morning
Robert jordan, your going to the pen. son
King george, your going up the river for a very long time
And joseph wilson, yeah man your going to traffic court son
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look, they got me confused, i'm going to the pen.
Say king man i'm
18.Keep It Jumping
Here i come slidin, slippin past security
Tip to the toe, big ed is in the house and now you know that
I'm bout to get funky like halitosis
Can i get a hoe to keep this playa focused
Cause i'm a keep the party jumpin
Aint no need for funkin, why don't you grab a freak or somethin
So i can trip the honey bouncin like a pogo stick
Cause i'm on hit and cant no nigga get with this
Cause i'm two double zero lbs's ride
Six to the four, hit like dynamite
You wanna hop like a rabbit
Givin em like a rap
After the show i toss these hoes like a salad
I'm just chillin, checkin out the plot
Scopin the spot to see which freak be hot
For me, what do you know i got four of em
Give em all equal time cause i don't love em
I got this big fat trojan full of chocolate
Ready to fill you up so come and take a lick
Yeah, so let's keep it on the downlow
So catch me on the upstroke and keep it on the low pro
Ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
Ain't no players like them t-r-u players cause them t-r-u
players is the
Shit
Fool i got more rhymes then freaknit got hoes
Fool i got more hoes then the o got vogues
You know i'm low like a lac, funky like a sac
Cause i'm a mack, i know you can't fade me black
You think your old lady's coming home, whatever
Cause i got more dick then clark and van dyke put together
And that'll keep a hoe forever
Big ed short change a honey, naaah, never
And you can check my credents
Cause any time spent with me is time well spent
I hit the jackpot like a casino
Make you nut twice, goin deep like dan marino
I flow smooth like a drano
Explode like a volcano
I'll be hittin that ass on the floor and yo
Then the bitch be tryin to kiss me
Layin with they man, they reminisce and they miss me
See i'm a playa that be tru
T-r-u be them real niggas, i thought ya knew
So let me freak this, kick this with my flow
Here we go, here we go, here we go
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
Ain't no players like them t-r-u players cause them t-r-u
players is the
Shit
I rock from richmond, california to richmond, virginia
Never ever scared of funk because i hop when i was in ya
Enter, hit your chest like a fender bender
So close your eyes fool, cause your the grand prize winner
And anywhere i go i got that nine
Got more straps then pippen and maxwell combined
So everything is all fine
You gotta have yours, i gotta have mine
So let's fly like a jet, are you with me？ hell yeah
Now buckle up cause you gots to be prepared
Now i'm a take you on a funky tru mission
You gots to pay attention so listen
I'm a keep it off on and keep your funk
You know big ed has just what you want
So conjunction junction, what's your function
Just like fire marshall bill, let me show you somethin
Can't you see what you do to me
When your on your knees sucking me baby
You know it, i'm a g and you a g
So all other g's repeat after me
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is
the shit
And ain't no hustlers like them richmond hustlers
Cuase them richmond hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no hustlers like them new orleans hustlers
Cause them new orleans hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no niggas like them t-r-u niggas
Cause them t-r-u niggas don't take no shit
If ya don't know, now ya know
19.Keep It All Good
Mother fucker ask me what i think about a bitch
This ain't nothin' about a bitch nigga
I use a bitch like shoes you know what i'm sayin'
Bitch got old, get me a new pair
Chorus 2x
We dont love them hoes, can't trust them hoes
But just to keep it all good, just to fuck you hoes
Just another day in a life of a g, drop the top on my i-roc z
Got dope in case the drousies got cash in my pockets
659 hitting just like rockets
Gold ones spinning as i pull out the driveway
Hit the backstreet cause it was too packed on the highway
Made a il-legal u-turn seen 5-0 coming my way
I thought they was gon' sweat, they said have a nice day
So a girl i haven't seen since junior high school
Say what's up with me and you
And she say it's all cool, well check this
I guess it's a date, picked up later on and headed at the lake
Had a husband and kids but it ain't my fault
He must have not been hittin' it right
But she definetly got taught
Got ghost in my shit with the top down
Sideways, back to the town
Chorus 2x
I'm at the crib just counting up my mon-ey
Ain't really tripping cause is a sunday
I went to church girl and confessed my sins
And asked the lord can he forgive me for the things i did
I think of my children, so i call this girl up
Hello, is ya free in other words can i..
What, i mean can i see you later on a date
She said it was all good, so i guess i see you around 8
Grab my strap then i'm out the door
But before i go, silkk sideways to the store
Walked in the store and grab some sheeking
Cause later on that night a brother went deep in
Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine
Why you stood me up
Pager keep going home but yo it ain't mine
Grab my clothes didn't waste no time
Left it like that, like a real g should
So next time, it'll be all good
Chorus 2x
No a nigga can't trust no chick
A nigga can't trust a bitch
I can't trust a bitch as far as i can throw 'em
And that's about the same length as a nigga blow 'em
X to the next, no love just straight sex
And when i'm going diving i got to have my latex
Just to let you brothers know, don't put you life in these hoes'
hands
Cause nigga can't trust a hoe
Can't trust a hoe or a nigga or a bitch silkk
The game is crazy but that's just how the cards are dealt
I went to jail, you think this bitch love me
She used to write me, say she thinking of me
But she don't try to play me like a punk
But i refuse to be some garbage in a garbage dump
She met another nigga now he's getting paid
They try to play me like a old dirty fade
But i can't be faded, pre-meditated
Kill a bitch and fled with the babys to another set
Smoke 'em like a cigarette
Cause i'm in here deep like a bullet-proof vest
So i'm down for the count like who ride
Ain't nothing but my nina on my motherfucking side
It aint a bitch, got 17 rounds in it
Don't give a fuck about you hoes
Cause i'm a run a fucking clown with it
On the set cause i'm a g bitch
You try to play i'm a play you trick, cause i'm deep
Fools gotta creep,
That's how it is from the 95 to the, 2003 motherfucker
Can't trust these old dog-ass hoes out here though man
You know what i'm sayin'
Chorus 2x
Yeah, but i can't forget about my motherfuckin ？？？ bitch
Out the in motherfuckin kansas
Livin' like a gangsta
Another hoe in cincinatti you know what i'm sayin'
That's realer than real
A bitch down there in colorado
Even got a bitch down there in alabama fool
Milwaukee, miami
I took one ？？？
It's all good though, you get a back rub
20.Shout Outs.
21.Eyes Of A Killa
As i wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
I realize i'm staring into the eyes of a killer
C-murder who i be, tru be my click
My mind's on killing but in the process i'm getting rich
As i walk out the crackhouse strapped
With my bulletproof vest cause i can't live with no bullets up
in my chest
I'm a soldier, bitch i told ya
With a shot from the calliop to the magnolia
Cause it's a known fact that i sell crack
You fuck with me i'll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
Beeper blowin i gots to apprehend my drug money
But i see popo's in the car and commence to running
This cuz i knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
Nigga i'll be a little late but have my cash
Jumped in the caddilac and hit i-10
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe i'm gonna go up in
Cocked my weapon cause i aint got no time for no bullshit
Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend
Nigga, don't hate me cause i'm getting head while i'm smoking
weed
And when i'm done i'll fix a sandwich and i'm outie g
？？？？？？ i aint workin with it all
I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars
The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers
But homocide know c-murder is a born killer
Chorus
They say i'm a drug dealer
But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2
My mind playin tricks cause um, i think some dope missing
Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy
And i aint taking no shorts nigga ask silkk
I'm known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt
Call bye cause i smell a fuckin murder coming
No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping
Infared on ak's for a better aim
T-shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name
Cause six deep is how we mob
Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide
They put another x up on my tatooes
Laughing as another nigga sing the blues
Like frank nino, i feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they
kept thier
Motherfuckin ass home
You can take me to jail bitch, but that's dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking
courtroom
I'm legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
I'm not 2pac but uh, i'll still be thugging
Cause dope, pussy and money is what i live for
Besides my family, that's something i'll kill for
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa
Chorus x4
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