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Master P - After Dollars, No Cents - lyrics

[master p - intro]
Whatsup niggaz?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. m-p(nigga)(haha)
Come 1 come all, tru niggaz ball(I told yall)
I know theres niggas out there waitin for the fall
(yall cant stop a mother*****in tank)
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Nigga tryin to pay the rent
[master p - verse 1]
Ima hustler, baller, nigga gz and cut kis
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, mama- was born to cry
Wild like a long *****in ranger
Niggaz from the south keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin
Thats why niggaz watchin niggas back,
Cause they gone on that powder shit
Caine, niggas gang, heroin in the vain
*****in with they brains
Who the next nigga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next nigga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it aint me, so Im strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see - mother*****in t.r.u.
Soldier til I die, ***** it I wont cry
Look my enemy, in the eye
***** every nigga that aint real, cause we bout it
And if I have to die, cause a nigga gone shout it
I was born a no limit soldier, from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers dont talk
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin to pay the rent
[master p - verse 2]
You know kriss, Im kross
Yall ran, we walked
No limit niggaz got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin tapes up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like kis, from the south to overseas
Niggaz independant, and rowdy
Nigga check billboard, number 1 and bout it
Thats why niggaz tryin to get us on the radio
Now niggaz might see the p. on the video
But a nigga, still tru to the gizzame
Cause i, represent the hood and every *****in nigga that gangbang
The streets is so real, fool guard yo grill
Smoke one for the homies that done made it over the hill
Cause we.....
[hook - master p]
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin to pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From chevs to bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin to pay the rent
[silkk the shocker - verse 3]
After...dollars no cents, we representin, no limit
Put a dime rolex presidential, nigga ride everythang ? ? ?
Nigga I went from riches to riches
Not mother*****in rags to riches
Cause i, always had money
Cause i, always had *****es
Yeah a mother*****in nigga tryin to get mo dough
Nigga act like you know the mother*****in sco though
I pull a ice solo, hit a 40 g lo
Lay-low pro, get a benz, too dope
? ? ? ? ? ? , gold tank, crush diamonds, and mo mos
Nigga runnin from the po pos, hidin from a lo lo
Takin trips together to the ? ? ?
Fasho though, puttin a vest up under my polo
Nigga strapped with the 4 when Im solo
To test the best, then thats a no no
365 days, 24/7, Im bout my riches
See money, is a must, everythings a plus, includin weed and *****es
It went from 18/5 a ki, not 18/5 for me, c and p to do a show
Act like yall know, ghetto millionaire,
Shippin gold out the do, you know?
[silkk & master p - talking until end]

Master P - Al Capone - lyrics

[Hook]
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Find me in the project, hanging with them killers
Niggas know my name, al capone the person miller
I don’t ***** around, get my shit from overseas
Frank lucas on these niggas, got my rights …me
That niggas hating on me cause they know I work the boaster
I don’t give a ***** like shit, cop the boulder hoster
Straight from uptown where niggas will lay you down
Louie bag with coffee beans is on the great hound
Going hard in the pain like a nigga ball hold it
Niggas talk the shit cause they know I’m bulk hogan
Call a nigga busy cause I’m runnin new orleans
And I ain’t to run to flush my shit down the toilet
[Hook]
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
I put this on my mama, I put this on the hood
Man I’m out here hustling, if I make it then we good
I don’t ***** with haters, niggas, they be snitching
Crying to other niggas like some mother*****ing *****es
Who took a chain, who got it load
Who did that bullshit, why you put that dope
Why you doing what you doing? Man I don’t know
But stay out my bindess before I cut your *****ing throat
Why I’m *****in rappin and why I came back
***** I’m in the mansion, you in the mother*****ing shack
In the barber shop talking shit, that you don’t know
Man you ain’t a real nigga, you might be 5 0
[Hook]
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Al capone, al capone, new ***** can’t even leave me alone
She gonn suck me, she gonn ***** me
Like she right where she want
She ignoring the phone, I might be pipe her too long
I don’t know what to say, mafia I ain’t saint
Get that shit out the way
Y’all like the work out the stage
Only me and my yay, can make the numb in his face
Keep a long thang on me, toppin niggas less than a g
Al capone status, master p ***** this louie v
Snitches getting murdered in my clan, please don’t force my hand
Elocure for …bread, I’ma throw in this man
Law familiar nigga, my rules, my devil bust in 2
Every line the truth, the new type this ***** ball, the truth!
[Hook]
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan
Al capone, al capone, they love al capone
I don’t ***** with no haters
Make them bad *****es moan.

Master P - 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks (feat. Curren$y, Romeo & Liberty) - lyrics

Chill
(Chorus 2x)
We ridin 20s on the cars and 26s on the trucks
And everybody diggin us it aint no limit to the bucks
We makin noise in the game to let em know we comin up
And haters movin out the way they know they dont wanna play wit us
(/Chorus)
(Verse 1)
We ridin (Chill) how I spit em man
Pockets holdin 50 gram
Ridin big body Impala man me and my partners man
20 inch rims keep em spinnin like a ceilin fan
Haters gold tending tryin to get me out my figures man
But they cant get the man(no) cant hit the man(no)
Even them NBA dudes cant stick the man
Women crowd around me paparazzi takin pictures man
Catch me on the line at 3-1-0 Im fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty money to stack up
And plenty burners too in case you dudes wanna act up
Play with me or my crew and we'll be pickin them gats up
And have you on yo cellie callin homies for back up
And I dont think you really want it to come this
Something for that growl whodi you betta shut ya trap
But I aint really comin huntin for no drama
I just wana hit the club and leave with yo baby mama
(/Verse 1)
**Chorus**
(Verse 2)
We ridin 20s on the Bentley 26s on the Lac truck
If the cop will stop me Im probly gone get hacked up
Cuz Im underage but never underpaid
Im makin maximum wages richie rich I got it made
They call me Romeo big game plenty dough
You cant hold me so let me go I got talent and thats for show
Ask about the kid and they'll tell you that dude can flow
And when Im done with school I be hoopin up in the pros Whoa
No Limit boys we big rimmin our cars up
Tearin malls up spendin thousands at Toys R Us
Nobody else whos in the game go as hard as us
Theres noone as large as us, you dont wanna start with us
I know more about kids than grown women
Every week they watchin my show on television
They gotta love me they know the boys winnin
The girlies keep grinnin my rims they keep spinnin
(/Verse 2)
**Chorus**
(Verse 3)
Im a tell ya like this keep ya eyes on your chick
Cuz her eyes on my wrist and these boys that Im with
The girls like me whodi I dont blame em
Im in the Guiness Book of Records for the richest entertainer
Call me the ghetto Bill Gates cuz the system cant change us
Had money and cars way before I was famous
Im in the pros but I could buy the the team
I got two made buys one blue the other green
If it aint ridin spinnas then you know I cant roll it
And if I had it over a month then I let my cousin hold it
Im the first one on Cribs with a house with gold ceilings
Gotta truck load of Bentleys cuz thats how Im livin
In the winter pull the trucks out
The summer its the drop top
P Miller on my clothes (whoa) got a million in the watch
Hey move out the way Im ready to cause havoc
Me and my soldiers be ballin why must be yo actin
I leave cats distractin stickin like magnets
Im the shorty from the Phillipines the main attraction
Rollin up in fly whips switchin every other day
No Limit girls ball like the WNBA
(/Verse3)
**Chorus**
We ridin chill

Master P - A Woman - lyrics

(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war
Was able to maintain the struggle
(More than a woman to me)
Oh yeah this for all them thug girls out there
[Verse 1]
She that gangsta type, love to fight
Rode motorbikes, wodie shit, do it all night
Feel the fall, she a killa dawg
Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dawg
It's a cold game, I mean she used cold names
Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man
She be iced out, creepin when the lights out
Be a Queen to the King I mean a right spouse
Project chick, but when you see her she be playa
Thuggin on da block but in bed she be nasty
I'm lovin that, I mean I'm huggin that
Put 10 karats on her finger other *****es muggin that
Rolls 600, tats on stomach
Ain't no stuntin, but love gettin money
Down for whateva, thug til the end
From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the penn
Ya heard me
[Chorus - 2x]
More than a woman... (Holla when ya need me!)
More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me!)
[Verse 2]
I call her baby boo, I'm one she two
Rich or po', we gon' stick like glue
Go to war wit her, jump in a car wit her
Wifey material I mean my nigga
Mean my lady, drive me crazy
Like Rolls-y Ms. Bently, or Sadie
Don't creep wit her, gotta sleep wit her
I mean I love her too much to draw the heat wit her
Keep it reala, love scrilla
Thug figga, hustler, real gold getta
Made misses, iced out riches
Love kisses, went to the penn the first to visit
Chorus x3

Master P - After Dollars No Cents (feat. Silkk The Shocker) - lyrics

Featuring Silkk The Shocker]
Master P
Come 1 Come All TRU niggaz ball (I told ya)
I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall
Chorus:
After Dollars No Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze
Tryna Pay Tha Rent.
(x2)
I'm a hustla balla nigga gee'z cut keyz gats for enemies freeze
hund
reds of greens. Kill robbery soldiaz
born 2 ride killaz born 2 die mommaz born 2 cry.
Wild like tha lone *****'n ranger, niggaz from tha South
keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they
gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in
tha vain, *****'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga
ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2
get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof.
Nigga on my
stomach see mutha*****'n TRU.
Soldia till I die, ***** it I won't cry, look my enemy in
tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it,
& if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born
a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but
killaz don't talk.
Chorus (x2)
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us
on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha
video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
tha hood, & every *****'n nigga that gang-bang. These
streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo'
tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we...
Chorus (x2)
Silkk
After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put
it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done
sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not mutha*****'n
rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always
had *****es. Young mutha*****az tryna get Mojo, nigga act
like ya mutha*****az know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em
fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why
ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga
runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a
trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44'
& I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no.
365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is
a plus,
including weed & *****ez.
It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta
do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard tha dope.
Master P
You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh

Master P - 211 - lyrics

Hey p man
Remember that shit last year you was talking bout that
Bloody murder shit
Wont you kick some more of that shit
Verse 1
Jumped out the chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes didnt 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 inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them japs
Sonya c:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause sonya cs a trigger happy *****
So dont be talking that *****ing japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or youll be swish cheese
Master p:
Touch the button and ima hurt you *****
Why you had to and make p get his hands dirty trick
And thatll be some *****ing more shit
Sonya c grab the tape cause we aint leaving no *****ing evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads
Sonya c:
Just a bunch of dead mother*****ing japanese
Master p:
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and clyde or should I say gangsta shit
(chorus)
A mother*****ing 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store
Verse 2
Im getting chronicked out or should I say *****ed up
? ? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
But I cant cause I got too many *****ing bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I aint tripping Ill choke a *****
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
Played it cool bought a snapple man ***** them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I aint tripping cause the p wasnt wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the raiders left oakland
(chorus)
Verse 3
Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hold on partner Im gone go get some *****ing zags
Now Im off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, Im gone bring my 44
Now you know the p dont take no shit
But this arab started following me
Like I was gone steal some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this *****
Drop your pistol or shes dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
Lets play a little *****ing game
Simon say open the register hoe
His ***** looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than donald trump
And Im off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot calis zig zags
(chorus)
-alright you inmate double o 652
Get your ass back in that cell boy
-damn, now yall know crime do pay
But you dont always get away

Master P - 6 'n Tha Mornin' - lyrics

Verse one:
6 n tha mornin police at my do *door knocking*
Fresh nikes squeak across my bathroom flo
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didnt even get a chance to grab my bout it, bout it tape
Man with no music but Im happy cause Im free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck, my pistols close at hand
Im a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didnt know what cops wanted, dint have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Verse two:
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo
Tru to the corner where the fly girls chill
Tru action to some freak until one ***** got ill
She started actin silly, simply would not quit
Called us all punk ***** said we all wasnt shit
As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the ***** down in the back of the street *screams*
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha ***** didnt know what hit her didnt have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Verse three:
Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on south broad
Silkk the shocker was the driver known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
*****in blue lights, n.o.p.d.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo-fo, and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didnt want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this *****in hater, shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didnt know what happened didnt have time to ask
*drum break followed by gunshot 3x*
Unnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!
We bout it bout it
Now I say wus up to ice-t
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what hip-hops all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It aint nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to bobby brown, andrew shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 n tha mornin, you heard me?
I told yall were no limit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Master P - Always Come Back To You - lyrics

Chorus:
Ill always come back to you
Ill always come back to you
Ill always come back to you
Ill always come back to you
Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we dont really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk c and me got you on our arms forever
Chorus:
We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
Its a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its a mystery on tupac
Biggie smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy e died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone
Chorus:

Master P - Act A Fool - lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah nigga I'm going rep this mother*****ing No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a ***** what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a ***** what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no mother*****ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a mother*****er come at me they better come right (you huurd me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a fool (what!)
[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those *****es know
Still *****in with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple *****ing g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still *****ing with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the mother*****ing dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that mother*****er pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so ***** Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
***** the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by mother*****ing myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a *****in case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin mother*****ing wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees *****-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
Nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?
[Chorus x 16]

Master P - Anything Goes - lyrics

Oh yeah
This dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
Taken out the game
And to my brother kevin miller, rest in peace fool
Verse 1
Growing up in the calliope, new orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
Im paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g
My best friend done turned into my mother*****ing enemy
19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
I hooked up with my little cousin jimmy
Learned to slang drugs
A lot of shit done changed in my *****ing neighborhood
This fast cash got the p living no good
Im deep up in this shit and aint no turning back
Me and my cousin ? ? say I got him for a *****ing sack
I told him check his *****, but he didnt here me though
He didnt believe that his ***** was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
Thats the way Im gone die fool
One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
I moved to richmond california just to *****ing get away
Bumped into my partner king from new orleans
He couldnt find a job and Im back to slanging amphetamines
And everything was cool for a *****ing while g
Til I went to this club and this fool tried me
We in the back with some *****es counting hundreds
Til these suckers walked up and said jack
These niggas from the country
We didnt have no gats, I had to make a g move
Connects and head butting, thats how I did this fool
King g hit this boy with a upper cut
30 days in the county, but we didnt give a *****
(chorus)
Anything goes
Lifes a trip, but thats how the game goes
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats *****ed
Ready to put some fools on they back
1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
But why you have to mess with p
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats *****ed
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back
Verse 2
Released from the county on a po
The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
Two days later Im back rolling mother*****ing black
Lexus coup with a droptop benz
And in the glove compartment youll find about 33,000 ends
I aint tripping cause the game get deep though
Got a phone call, couldnt sleep bro
They say my little brother died back in new orleans
Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
But I aint tripping cause mama still here a cry
In richmond one day the p is gonna die
And if I do I guess Im going out like a g though
Like the movie on the mother*****ing untouchables
So when I go out, I know Im *****ing living wrong
They betta take me out like *****ing al capone
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