Act A Fool Master P

[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

Act A Fool (Feat. Lil' Jon) Master P

[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

Act A Fool (Feat. Lil. Jon) Master P

"[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

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

Foolish Master P, Magic and Mo B. Dick

(Master P Talking) See I've Benn like Goin through a few minor dificulties You know Me and My Girl benn gettin into it She done left I lost a few loved ones But I'm a Hustler Thats why they Label

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

Killa Pussy Master P

Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up? Ann: Wuz up? Master P: Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything But its like this here, (what?)

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

Anything Goes Master P

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

1/2 On A Bag Of Dank Master P

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this

99 Ways to Die Master P

[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in

Bloody Murder Master P

the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine Fool

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

Bastard Child Master P

(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and

I`m Going Big Time Master P

[Interviewer] Master P now that you have made it big time what doy ou have to say to the people who didn't think you could make it [Master P] Same shit I had to say last year "Fuck Em!"

Jack of the Jackers Master P

I caught you slipping so I took you with a gank move listen up rap world its a new fool a new gangsta, gangbanger, slanger, dope dealer murdering motherfucker, headbanger so listen to the tunes I

When They Gone Master P

[Verse 1] It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers and aunties, and grandmamas left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me said

Com. 4 Master P

I just got a little carried away You know how fucking far I had to go to get that nigga? Ill pay Get in the fuckin car then nigga. Come on nigga lets go!

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

Psycho Rhymes Master P

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man.

There They Go Master P

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Where them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up [Drumma

There They Go (Feat. Drumma Boy) Master P

Hook: Master P - repeat 2XWhere them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Drumma BoyI pull

Somethin for the Street Master P

like 3 years For some player hating snitching bitch And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a

Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P

, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and

Goodbye to my homies Master P

gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall Now I'm left with nothing but old cards and a

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

how you do dat young bleed

But see how they runnin everything on the cool But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll

Eternity Master P

glimpse of a bullet that took him down like a south paw uneducated to the game of life I was hated to the grave but the pen kept my mind right a young motherfucker doomed since day one shit I'm a fool

Snitches Master P

if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich I'm destined for fame Oh bitch-ass

Trust Nobody Master P

to gank me for my ducket I tried to put you down with the SKI & CMT you said fuck it only came around when things was kinda cool but did you really think I'd go out like a fucking fool oh hell no,

Stop Playing Wit Me Master P

WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up nigga!

Get Your Paper Master P

P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga.

Who Them Boyz Master P

[Intro] [Master P] Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga) [Lil Jon] Yyyeeeaahhh! [Lil Jon] Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P) [Master P] Uuuughhhh!

Whole Hood Master P

[Chorus: kids] He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand [Master P] I got them thugs in the south, in

Playa Haterz Master P

Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us Man it was large as shit Verse

20 On Cars 26 On Trucks Master P

to the bucks We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up And haters moving out the way, they know they don't wan' play with us [Curren$y] Hot Spitter man, pockets only fifty grand Riding a

Let My 9 Get 'Em Master P

[Master P] Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs [Chorus x3] Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh!

Let My 9 Get Em' Master P

"[Master P] Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs [Chorus x3] Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh!

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

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

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

War Wounds Master P

[Master P] Every soldier got a story to tell [Fiend] I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens

1-900-Master P Master P

by my t-shirt Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep [Master P] Well it's the weekend

HOW G'S RIDE Master P

[Master P talking] Ugh Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali You know what I'm saying Richmond California My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool Verse 1 [Master P

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?""

Represent Master P

Silkk [Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!)

Represent Feat. Silkk The Shocker Master P

[Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!)

Bullets Gots No Name Master P

nigga C whats up my nigga P whats up I'm read to tear shit up coming straight from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel

P. Control Prince

, Pussy Control, oh (Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control) Our story begins in a schoolyard A little girl skipping rope with her friends A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket Just school books