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

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

Playaz From the South UGK

Playaz From the South featuring Master P, Silkk (U.G.k) Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool.

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

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

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

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

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

Living This Life UGK

Lord, it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and everyday Some wonder why I'd rather die Than to continue living this way Uh, I don't wanna do this no mo' But dis the only thang that I

Murder UGK

Jus' got back from California Kicked it wit B-Legit Put me down with purple chronic And that hurricane shit In the studio with Ton, Man, I wish I could stay I got ta holla at Master P 'cause we got money

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

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

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

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

One Day UGK

One day youre here, baby But then youre gone (repeat) Bun B This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers Now they got yo life

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'

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

Heaven UGK

up there for real G's For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh Late at night, when I'm layin' off in the bed Countin' bread, some crazy shit be goin' through my head I be wonderin' 'bout this life

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

Feelin' You UGK

you need to learn me Check out my mind, I'm 24 on the grind I got the key to the streets, I got a open line And I don't get caught up in ""he say, she say"" And I don't chase the cat, I keep the P

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

Get Your Paper Master P f/ E-40

Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha! E-40: Oooo! Huh? P what’s up boy? MP: What’s up 40 boy? E-40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey don’t know we been doin’ dis. E-40: Last Deezy, Last Don.

Dear Mr. President Master P f/ Mac

[Master P] Dear Mr.

Homie Ride Master P f/ C-Murder, Gambino

[Chorus--Master P x4] I wonder when my homies ride Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry [Master P] Uggggh Made money from cane, but times done change I done change my life

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

Good Stuff UGK

glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show Chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel pictures and the hoes I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million dollar crackers Tryin' to close me down, but I got ghetto

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