Ghetto Life Master P

That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto

More 2 Life Master P

"[Chorus (4x):] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P:] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest

Ghetto in the Sky Master P

It's like my adversaries plottin on my death But I put my life in God's hands, y'know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life and uhh..

Ghetto Ballin Master P

[Chorus x4] Girls jock me You cant knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!

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.

Ghetto Honey Master P

like to ride up and I Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master

Ghetto Model Master P

with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you [Hook - 2x] Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her [Master

Ghetto Love Master P

Dick] Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day

Ghetto Life Master P f/ UGK

Uhhh, shhhh Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) Through like all the bloodshed And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects) Ain't nothing

Ride Master P

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bout

Only God Can Judge Me Master P

[Master P] My military mind.. makes me a soldier And I'm the last one left (last one left) Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!}

Ghetto Cheese Tru

Intro:(Master P) Ha hah Master P Silkk in this bitch This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood nigga) The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah Hoorah) The fiends be marchin

Ghetto Prayer Master P f/ Magic

{Master P prays in the background} Our father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth, as it is in heaven {spoken over prayer} Hail Mary (Hail Mary

Whoadie Gone Master P

dog [Chorus with ad-libs] [Verse 2] Same hood that you ride in Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in A couple of dollars get you knocked off They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto

I'm Alright Master P

I'm too strong to lose, I mean My hustlin skills keep me in the game I've got too much paper to fall off Man you can take all kind of shots at me I'll bounce back [Chorus: repeat 2X] You only get one life

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

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it Out this fucked up environment Where niggaz die tryin

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.

Goodbye to my homies Master P

to what we had The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto

Lets Get Em Master P

"[Master P/C-Murder] [Chorus] Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [Master P] Uhhhhh Fuck it, let's get em [x4] [C-Murder] I'm a motherfucking soldier Bitch I thought I told ya

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'

Ghetto Honeys Master P f/ Mac

[Master P] - {repeat 3X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to

The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped Master P

"You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet [Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash

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

Eternity Master P

let's ride All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (2X) [C Murder] Nigga back in the days I was afraid of the police just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets my ghetto

Hands of a Dead Man Master P

let your nuts hang I put my glock up to a fool don't move g See in 94 suckers catching lugies But ain't nobody tripping on the black man You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang See in the ghetto

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

Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P

yo kid man, stop the music rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this

More 2 Life Master P f/ C-Murder

Chorus (4x): This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes Master P: Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the

When They Gone Master P

(Verse 3) Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape the ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears you know the way he died the same

Thinkin' Bout U Master P

DickI'm thinkin about you Master PMy enemies hate me money can't make me Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me Give me four or five months and I'm out It must be love momma put up the house And

R.I.P Tupac Master P

I see death around the corner (Master P) Ya thought it was over But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave That's what they're screaming But theese

Ride 4 You Master P

Afficial Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side [Master P] Til death do us part we gon thug to the end See I got

Never Ending Game Master P

, it could be me My little homie on the ground crying I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out) He never had a chance to see his life glow And he never

Dear Mr President Master P

[Master P] Dear Mr.

Dear Mr. President Master P

"[Featuring Mac] [Master P] Dear Mr.

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

No More Tears Master P

throat Five kids and you done lost one Never 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

Da Last Don Master P

its a pig that don't fly straight but its ok (its ok) when you finish listening to this tape it'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me so fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don Master

Why They Wanna Wish Death Master P

us by our heart The wicked, spies upon the righteous God blesses the man, who put his trust in God He gave his only begotten son That who ever believe in him, should not parish But have eternal life

Thug Chick Master P

[Master P] I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid

Thug Chick Feat. Halleluyah Master P

Master PI like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer And still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV And Paris Hilton get paid to

Dope Mann Master P

listen and you might get paid 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

Souljas Master P

You in the ghetto and you ain't got no hustlin skills GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at I don't know what you've been told I don't know what you've

My Ghetto Heroes Master P f/ Skull Duggery

[Master P] Ha Ha Ha Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this (Yeah G) But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents Niggas thats in sports All this type of shit as heroes

Roll How We Roll Master P

[Chorus: Afficial] Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in

only the strong survive c murder

[Featuring Master P] [Master P] can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization so prepare yourself prepare for a battle chorus 2x real niggaz going to ride playa haters going to die

Back On Top Master P

Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks It ain't no limit to the dough i got The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot (Chorus) Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs

Playa Haterz Master P

Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade Afraid of who is what you ask me Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me And pass me up as if you didn't know Representing getting low, P

Always Look a Man in the Eyes Master P

successful black businessmen but we also mercenary soldiers (Chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master