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Dope, Pussy and Money Master P [Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big 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?) Ghetto D Master P Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. Dope Mann Master P Hook: repeat 2XDope man, dope man - yeah that's me I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV Master PThe first lesson in It's A Drought Master P [Hook - 2x] It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo' [Master P] First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope And if Bloody Murder Master P Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on," He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him Damn, I didn't want No More Tears Master P had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G Cause the ghetto got me pressured Will I die sellin dope Never Ending Game Master P Check this out playas All y'all gangster niggas Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game) Something that'll never end Eyes of a Killer Master P Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up everybody in the hood just as smoked up so I just walk with my locs on, and get my motherfucking set get it going on, in other words I see a fiend We All We Got Master P [Chorus - x2] [Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now Time to Check My Crackhouse Master P [Chorus x 4] Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man Low Down & Dirty Master P your jewls and then shanked the difficult problem giving delivering a meat wagon shake em and gank em and bake em serve em like ass taggin pussy now wish you continue sucking I get em bitch and im 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 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 Mama Raised Me Master P "Chorus:Master P Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X) Verse 1:Master P I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' 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. 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!" What`s Up With That Master P ((Master P)) Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what Lets show these motherfuckers ((Chorus)) Master P dont take no bullshit What up with that x4 ((Master P)) I anit no I Ain't Play'n Master P [Chorus 4X: Master P] Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin [Master P] I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin So Many Souls Deceased Master P [Chorus (2x):] I done seen so many souls deceased That's why I ride with alot of killers with me [Master P:] The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game Alot of shit done changed to protect Somethin for the Street Master P Verse 1 In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal Getaway Clean Master P [Police Call] 211, 211 we are looking for Master P The suspect is armed and dangerous, repeat armed and dangerous [Master P] I'm gone had to lose the alarm, ducking the Dodge and movin the fuckers Always Look a Man in the Eyes Master P P) I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ?? 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 Thinkin' Bout U Master P Mia XWoke one morning, tears in my eyes The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise He got high, but they didn't find no dope They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so P. Control Prince pussy (Control man) (Here come the drums) Uh, yeah Uh Good mornin' ladies and gentlemen Boys and motherfuckin' girls This is your captain with no name speakin' And I'm here 2 rock your world 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 Time For a 187 Master P nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough Bout to hit the window gats out the window and Trust Nobody Master P is the nigga that will fuck you the worst punk ass nigga kinda jocking now you ain't down cause I trust nobody [Chorus/Master P] I trust nobody x2 [Master P] one by one in this century brothers 1-900-Master P Master P [Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ?