I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh). This is for the players smokin doolamac. Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers. Thanks to Jessica for these lyrics). Know what I'm sayin'? Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire. Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin.
But keep my eyes up on my enemies i gotta watch my friends. Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you. Fuck around get your whole click torn in it. But why do I (we) live by these man made laws. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. Its gonna either be your soul or mine. Good ones and mean ones. I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying. I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home. Make crack like this master page. And the reason I came up off cause you workig with something. Well I can't say that I don't love this album as it is seriously flawed in many aspects, but I will be damned if I'm not entertained for this ish!
I wash your mouth out with soap. I holds my own like I'm pissin'. We ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it. Master P will never be a great rapper, and his subject matter was kinda played out by this point, but luckily he has enough help from the entire No Limit roster at the time (Mystikal kills it! ) Chorus: Master P (4X)]. Make crack like this master p mean. For his rap was felt by everyone. Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls. Tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Silkk. Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die.
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that. Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers. I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn. I put that on some cash.
You done take for ya' boo. Runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a. trip together to tha ocapulka. Keep 1 up in tha chamber. "Ghetto D" stands out as a classic, alongside other tracks like "We Riders" and "Make em Say Ugh"; overall it's far too long to really listen to nor would you really want to listen too actively to the whole thing. Then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. Tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese. So what did P do about it? No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride. Make crack like this master p love. With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's. How many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed. Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die.
Pick up your cape out the cleaners. This could've been risky being that this particular rapper was so audacious and confrontational that he was accusing other rappers that sounded nothing like him of copying him.