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Roll Roll

Tuesday, December 31st, 1996
Ain’t no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Ain’t no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks

Master P:
Every bag of that raw
We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy
You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga
You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs
We don’t fuck with you cats
Go to the pen
Don’t fuck with no rats
See this shit is real
I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto
Niggas gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin’ grams
That’s what I’m workin’ with
Come short on the D
You know what you twerkin’ wit
It’s murder
187
I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11’s
If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo’ ass
Yall gon’ know why (baby)

Chorus:
Roll roll roll ya dough
Up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don’t have my money
Me and my boys we gon’ bring that heat (ya heard me)
(repeat)

Krazy:
It’s a problem
I ain’t get my hands dirty wit ya
??? gon’ come get ya
Chopper split ya
A young soldier
Plottin’ to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the block all week
Trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin’ on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin wires
Feds tappin’ my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
Told my dog believe you we can rule the world
He didn’t listen
He’d rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project
Brains on the ground
When you a fiend
That’s the way the game go down

Chorus

Mystikal:
I’m from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin’ around wit me ain’t no tellin’ what I’ma do!
Put my foot so far up yo’ ass I’d probably lose my shoe!
That nigga chokin!
Motherfucker coughin’ up blood
Well fuck the ?????
You don’t want that drama to come to you!
Yo’ mama to come do you!
Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya!
You and yo’ dudes don’t be around cuz you’ll catch a contact
If you ain’t got beef wit a nigga
Don’t be ’round beef
You won’t be on yo’ back

Silkk:
Oh it ain’t my fault
We’ll dead these niggas
Can’t move we infrared these niggas
We’ll do these niggas
Black proof these niggas
Close casket these boys
Black suit these niggas
We’ll blast these niggas
Walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas
Just keep mashin these niggas
And after we do it
We’ll toss the tec
And ghetto
Plus I know not else but to fuckin’ floss the set
You ain’t gotta ask who’s hot
Who’s on top
I gotta question to ask yall foreal
Tru or not
If I got two guns
I’m sure one gon’ bust
If I got two niggas wildin’ out
When I bust, one gon’ duck
The one that’s wildin’ the most
That’s the one I’ma bust
He still trippin’ after that
I’ma give him two cuz he don’t think one was enough

Chorus

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Say Brah (Radio)

Monday, December 30th, 1996
[Master P]

Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
and to this district system free Soulja Slim
cause they jocking our style ya heard me?

[Mac] (Master P)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

What you bout? I’m bout war
What you bout? I’m bout war

[Mac]

Say Brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I’m a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
get to bustin’, old folks be hustlin’, talking bout hey
Don’t you play with him wodie he ain’t afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
Tell them fakers we back and there ain’t no stoppin my doggss
bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs
and we on the grind, in ‘99 we let you all shine
now that army is back so I’m back taking what’s mine
I’m representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin’ up to my name
so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla

[Mac] (Master P)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

We bout war
What you bout? I’m bout war
What you bout? I’m bout war

[Master P]

Hoody Hoo!
Hey brah I’m cold with it,
if you don’t know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the P
and where I’m from?, say brah, I’m out that CP3
Nigga my boys we don’t play no games
cause I roll with head busters and we’ll throw them thangs
now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
but say brah, I ain’t no uptown stunter
I’m out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
Ya’ll better respect my mind, say brah
I’m the realest 3rd baller you know
plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do’s
Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won’t you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
and put a million thug soldiers on your street?

[Mac] (Master P)

Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)

I’m bout war
What you bout? I’m bout war
What you bout? I’m bout war

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Them Boyz

Sunday, December 29th, 1996
(Mac)
Who dat nigga?
What?
Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown)
Mac

(Chorus)
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y’all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y’all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz

(X-Con)
See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat
See that nigga in the black he got the sack
See don’t fuck with them niggas when they on they shit
And don’t fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard)
See calio boys they don’t give a fuck
But them 504 boyz they’ll bust you up
When they doin’ bad they’ll rob your ass
Run from the taz then hustle and grab
The one thing my niggas, they don’t stunt
But they’ll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard)

(Chorus) x3

(Mac)
Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth?
I know them boys know me
I know them boys heard of me
Probally wanna murder me
Probally got some niggas outside smokin’ out my ride
But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on
Cause I be shootin’ like a fiend shootin’ hairon(heroin)
Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right
Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like
You niggas must be made of (?)
Cause y’all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on
Tell the D.J. cut the lights on
So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on

(Chorus)

(Master-P)
They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap
Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?)
Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches
You niggas keep on chasin I’m taking some of you with me
I don’t wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it’s the end
God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in
Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw
Head busters and wig spliters, it’s all them so
Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us
It’s all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous
All the old killers I ran with, let me show y’all the difference
Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners

(Chorus) x2

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No Limit

Saturday, December 28th, 1996
Chorus: Magic

Bitch i’m a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am)
I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that)
Ain’t no need to ask me why I’m a soldier til i die.

[Magic]
I’m a soldier see the tank on my neck?
Mr. Magic is my name y’all better give me respect
You might remember me from seein’ me postin’ up on the block
With a .45 Glock
and a mouth full of rocks
Hustlin’ like I didn’t even care
Wakin’ up my neighbors poppin’ pistols in the air
Tryin’ make a million pullin’ all night flights I’m praying cuz I’m
knowin that my life ain’t right
Forgive cuz I’m wrong but I’m begging or forgiveness
And now I’m hustlin’ in a whole other business
Tryin’ to do right for the people that I hurt
in the process of growin up
I’ve change my ways i guess thats why I’m blowin up
I’m comin’ back for all my peeps
Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets
For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat
Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep

Chorus

[Magic]
How man heard Sky’s the Limit?
Shit i ain’t finished this is only the beginning
I’m with no limit
Just think I’m in my prime
If I’m not the best just give me some time and I’ll change your mind
Niggas like me hard to find
Genuine I’m the only of my kind young black and full of pride
With a mind to teach the whole world
If you just listen to my words
Y’all can feel my pain
A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces
The other half caught a bunch of fuckin’ cases
So still a lot of tender spaces
Wish I could erase the hate
Who said money makes you happy?
It can never bring back my daddy
So fuck the Navi and Caddie
I’m hopin’ y’all could hear me
Cuz I’m speakin’ this from the heart
Me and my fans never torn apart

Chorus

[Magic]
And to the haters that be hatin’ on my click
Find a spot in line or suck a nigga’s dick
I’m gettin a lot of call now
Bunch of fake bustas I couldn’t ever trust ya,
fuckin blood suckers
Want me for the gift that you never thought I had
I saw your other side, but fuck it I’m mad
You say a lot of shit but you never ponit the finger
I’m guessin’ that Mr. Magic gon’ remember
Surprisin’ a lot of so called superstars
Passive comments but really don’t want go to war
Not with me my reputation stands for itself
Just pull the disc out can’t keep it on the shelf go and get it like
it’s the last one left
I work the piss out the people who press ‘em
I thank the lord for such a wonderful blessin’
Every word that I speak is a lesson
hard to believe that this nigga is from the projects

Chorus

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Get Back

Friday, December 27th, 1996
[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)

[Verse 1: Currency]
Roll up with both the doors up on the black Lambo
Red rag round my head like the black Rambo
A bananna clip with 50 hollow tips of ammo
Smoke a nigga how a prisoner smoke Camel’s
Got blacked out tints, Niggas like who is that?
I give a hatin’ nigga 2 shots where his ribs at
Ya better not snitch cause I know where ya live at
I have niggas pissed, Don’t know where they kids at
Cause once the beefs on you can’t call a war off
I’ll let the raw buck, Knock ya fuckin’ car doors off
Switch phone numbers just to piss the whores off
Cop a 6 while you bitch about how much the 4’s cost
The hot spitter is real, What the deal?
One hand on the wheel, The other holdin’ the steel
Play with it if ya will, But this some real shit
My niggas done put out more hits than Will Smith
Yea

[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)

[Verse 2: Master P]
Call me tiger cause I live in the woods
I’m like Tarzan when he run through the hood
A couple of wild coyotes chased me but couldn’t catch me
?? and Lacey pulled me over but couldn’t arrest me
Once the radar on I’m like the Preadator
We pop pills like Anvil and Excedra
Call me a blender, I put ya in a mix
Let go my eggo and pass me the purple twist
Throw them bows, We got the club jumpin’
XL like Jordan, He got the beat pumpin’
I’m famous in the ghetto like Amos Cookies
In other words I’m a vet and ya’ll rookies

[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)

[Verse 3: Silkk Tha Shocker]
If he ain’t talkin’ like I’m talkin’, Tell him get the steppin’
I’ll +Nicolas Cage+ him, Whodie I’m +Gone In Sixty Seconds+
We ball ’til we fall, I mean we shop ’til its gone
Why drive a car if it don’t match what I got on
If I do something I usually get the block involved
You don’t wanna get outta line whodie, That means the glocks involved
Ya’ll cowards, Always run and gets the cops involved
You ain’t gotta wonder if its me, You know is me nigga the top will be off
Look, You ain’t did shit ’til you flipped bricks in a drought
You ain’t had a girl ’til you had like a chick from the south
And nigga respect it even when the clips is out
Let ya borrow the 5 only ’til the 6 come out
They tryin’ to get they weight up, I’m tryin’ to get my G’s up
Make athlete money without messin’ my knee’s up
Slim he don’t know me like that, Whoadie ya best to ease up
Knuckle game is off the chain, Soon as I roll my sleeves up
Holla back

[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain’t bout that (Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)

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D-Game

Thursday, December 26th, 1996
[Krazy]
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby
The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy
I’m thugged out Feel it

[Chorus]
Wuz up playah ya’ slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin’

Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh that’s my style

[Terror]
Problem with Terror take it straight to gun
So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an’ count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
If you see the new whip know to add nine o’s
Now I’m up to 2 bricks or 72 o’s
If you counting by the whips then it’s 8 different flopes
I’m heavy lover whether diamonds or broads
Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars
And what I hop in, its my option
To shift your mass put chronic in your dash

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby
You come short I’m gon’ bust yo’ ass baby
The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that’s me
I’m out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3
Give me an ounce and I’m gon flip it to a brick nigga
You got my scratch–you snitch then you a bitch nigga
Hit the pen you probably gon’ be a missed nigga
So here’s some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga

[Krazy]
Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine
I’d be richest young nigga in this rap game
All my money come in arm of trucks
More cars more houses more hoes to fuck
You wasn’t worried when I was local nigga, I’m world wide
You niggas can’t take it, You petrified
The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P
It’s No Limit until I die yall can’t fuck wit me

[Chorus]

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Enemies

Wednesday, December 25th, 1996
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open(Ha)
You ain’t gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit

I got some enemies
I know they coming to get me
And if I gotta die taking some yall with me
They best to be prepared for this war
Cause I’m get cha
I gotta infa-red
It’s guarenteed to hit cha
Got a hole click of muthafuckas
Call them souljas
16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders
I told ya
We all screamin loud cause we bout it
I’m stunntin throught my hood
Get your pussy ass crowded
Bitch I’m from that route
Strictley bout that g’z
Knockin of enemies with them two 23es
Gotta get em for they cheese
Pass It to tha bg’s
Them niggas we don’t know
See ya can’t get these
All I know is money
All I see is greed
Bustin Heads to the fact
Trigga finger on tha squeeze
Nigga please
Iheard you was workin for them focks
That’s tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go
Enemies with no faces

Chorus
Enemies Enemies
Enemis with no faces (x4)

We loced up and we still on a mission
Ridein four deep
2000 Expedition
Got a hole click and we strapped
Case we get into some shit
Gotta keep them in there place
Niggas all in my face
Fuck All these hoes and these no nos
And ride on some 22es low pros
And some mo mo
Kickin in your front door
Lookin for them mo z’s
Strapped with them 44es
A click full of bg’s
Alot of yall niggas still believe it’s a game
Sence I made a come up
That shit bout to change
Either yall can roll with tha click that I’m with
Or every time I see you
We get off in your shit
If you can’t stand the heat
Get the fuck out from the stove
It’s all about tha cheese
Got no time for these hoes
I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool
Well get into my shit
And watch me grab for the 2
On tha cool it’s the rules
You Break ‘em you die
You thought you was bad
They think you can ride
Goodbye
Ain’t know sence of catchin other cases
Fuck with the perpetrators
Them enemies with no faces

Chorus

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War

Tuesday, December 24th, 1996
504 Boyz feat. Afficial, Curren$y

War
When there’s beef best believe we bust
We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here
Pure, uncut, raw butter over here

[Yukon]
Yo you see the game getting better this year
They done put P with Afficial something better in here
I’m tryin to take em where they ain’t been
Somethin out they price range
Ain’t in they budget, you know they can’t spend
Where we at, in a league of our own
And I know this chick now I’m tryin to meet at my home
So they can see the goods I got
About how there’s one in every neighborhood
Strangers feel like they’re tourin blocks
You know it ain’t too hard to tell
That every member of my street team ain’t too far from jail
And if he down then his book’s healthy
You see, I don’t only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy
Beef ain’t a problem with us now
And nigga you can get as loud as you want, we hollow in the pound
And let em think they playin with that
And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16’s spray in ya back

[Chorus]

[Desperado]
I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin
Used to fuck average bitches now the stars is looking
Niggas scared and they shook, I can tell by their face
Cuz we hard to figure out, like the lock to a safe
I go to court the judge dropping the case
No blood as soon as I kill a nigga then I’m moppin the place
And I’m quick to pop the 8, that’s just how I was raised
Desperado, name spread like the shells in the gauge
And age the major reason why they can’t believe it
But we all quarterbacks and y’all gotta receive it
But they don’t catch it till a year later
Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield
Your team don’t squeeze, guess what, mines will
Or stop till there’s a million a show like Seinfield
Plus we got the skill for this, any proven time
But this burner to your head, make you lose your mind nigga

[Chorus]

[S-Flames]
I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops
Now it’s hard to get her off like a Heiniken top
I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters
Nowadays I’m washin my car with spring water
Why you just try to send your man to merc me
You can’t get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes
I’m a man, you a man, won’t you act like one
See me face to face chump, watch me beat you like my son
You fucked up comin strong with the GOAT
Getting killed with no money now you dead broke
If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn’t stop this fight
Get buck like Bugsy and his men go hard all night
Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth
Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house
Game over, Afficial in here
I live inside of a shape, my house the Hollywood Square nigga

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
Come thru in a white Viper with the rally stripes
A trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right
Same hits over the celly, sit back and write
They only found half of ya so your casket lite
Now your body real easy to carry
These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married
2 shots to the grill, put a hole in ya smile
With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial
Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales
Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale
If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail
A million dollars in cash let me outta this cell
Man y’all niggas just beginners
I got enough bricks to rebuild the whole World Trade Center
Old school Regals, D’s, and gold spinners
Everyday I got a different mink for the whole winter

[Chorus]

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My Life Is Sweet

Monday, December 23rd, 1996
504 Boyz feat. Afficial, Curren$y, Krazy

My Life Is Sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats
Make them scream wha-wha

[Curren$y]
Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city
To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet
Performance chip is faster than any jet
I’m down the block, and you ain’t even start your engine yet
I use to hustle on the block for rent
Met P and I ain’t came out of my pocket since
See all these chicks wanna get with me
Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City

[Chorus - 2x]

[Afficial]
Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic
And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package
I leave the country cause Paris cooler
Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler
Young punks I’m the ruler, you follow my lead
Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed
Can’t roll but I’m a weed blower, I get my ki’s lower
16-5 a few weeks, I’ll have a green roller

[Afficial]
I thought I told you the flow don’t stop
And it ain’t No Limit on the stage if the show don’t rock
You can still catch me up in them clubs
In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs
Since they wanna know about my whip
I’ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership
Now how they think they floss toys
When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys

[Chorus - 2x]

[Afficial]
When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four
Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors
Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill
Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel
It’s real, stack dough and make more
While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors
You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche
I get paid every month like child support

[Krazy]
Luxury, I love that bird it’s easy
Lift it out, but still a Jag can’t please me
But a 6, without the rims is cheesy
Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy
The spinners, on my Navi to tease me
With a sunroof open, it’s kind of breezy
With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me
I’m scared of a Viper, she’d like to see that

[Master P]
You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate
Flew to Paris or France, just to get away
Like to party, so we buy the club
Every whip that we drive, be on 24’s or dubs
The new Hummer, had it before it came out
200 and 50 G’s, I put it in my mouth
Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music
Like the President got a jet and don’t even use it
When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher
Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires
In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats
In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats
My cousin get athlete money, and don’t even ball
My son’s only 12, and he could buy the mall
Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese
I don’t gangbang, my favorite color is green

[Chorus - 2x]

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Haters Gon Hate

Sunday, December 22nd, 1996
504 Boyz feat. Choppa, Curren$y, Krazy

Haters Gon Hate
Truck on dubs (these niggas gon hate)
Cause I’m doing big thangs, and I got a lot of ice
In my chain (these niggas gon hate)
When I come through the door, and take all the hoes
I know (these niggas gon hate)
Cause I’m playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these niggas gon hate)

[Curren$y]
I don’t know if it’s the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these niggas
Hate me, like I’m a member of the Klu Klux Klan
I mean god damn, how much money I got in my hand
Really don’t concern you man
But I know why you niggas boot me up
Cause I come through pushing brand new Coupes and stuff
You say you wanna shoot me up
Because I got a pair of Jordans won’t be out for at least two months
They call me Curren$y the Hot Spitter
And that’s cause I keep my money, in stacks
I know they got hatas out to jack niggas
So that’s why I ride, with my gat
A glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar, and that’s a X-K-8
And if you cross me, you’ll die dog
So I advise y’all, please don’t hate

[Chorus: Krazy]
When I walk in the club and the bitch
Touching bread starts smiling (these niggas gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo’ just start wilding
You feel that (these niggas gon hate)
When them tires on the Navi just keep on spinning
Look at that shit man (these niggas gon hate)
In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim
Nigga see that (these niggas gon hate)

[Krazy]
With a high rich I get I still remember, the bad times
In the Ville rock hustling, with a loaded nine
All the niggas said I’d never make it, be friends now
All the dick-riders see this bitch, take a while
All the hoes that never liked me, wanna fuck me
I’ll two-way you for some head, you can trust me
It must be this tank, or the shiny gold teeth
Make these hoes get wet, everytime I speak
These streets I push weight, silent nigga
Unless you turn me into a, violent nigga
Smiling in my face, nigga hate behind my back
And you wonder why these bitch ass niggas get smacked
No fear of the police, only the feds
Catch him snitch late night, I’ll bust his head
No love for these hating niggas, or the informants
Ask bank run about me, my account’s enormous

[Chorus: Choppa]
When I’m walking through the mall, I’m chilling with my dogs
Or my girl (these niggas gon hate)
I don’t even notice nigga why you spoke to this
Nigga got a choke me a hater (these niggas gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these niggas gon hate)
And all the ladies love Choppa, cause they know
He’s such a poppa but all (these niggas gon hate)

[Choppa]
Niggas gonna hate no matter what you do
So if you don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with you
And I could care less, who did what with who
See I love when you hate, so do what you do
Rolaid, I understand that’s your crew
But them cats ain’t got no love for you
Y’all wonder why, your careers and you died
Cause your songs sound the same, like you doing a lie
Don’t wanna do nothing else, then shake the streets
That’s why I’m glad big rap gave a dang to me
And my nigga Master P gave the flame to me
Making hits after hits, what it came to be
Not just a boss rapper, but a hot m.c.
All them other niggas sound like me, think about it
I’m Choppa, that Westbank show stopper
If you sick of me, then nigga go see a doctor

[Chorus]
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these niggas gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo’ just start wilding
You feel that (these niggas gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these niggas gon hate)
Cause I’m playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these niggas gon hate)

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