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Yeah nigga |
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We gonna feed em weed and hennesey, get em high together motherf**ker |
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Silkk the shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga) |
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Shorties with game (no limit niggaz) |
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Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high) |
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Chorus: master p |
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Give em weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga |
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Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga |
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Weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga |
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Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga |
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[master p] |
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Holla p! that mean fortune and fame |
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Scream, no limit still tru 2 da game |
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A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats |
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How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot |
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How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change |
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How many, young niggaz still down in the game |
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I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends |
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I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends |
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I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball |
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I said, mama pray when I walk the halls |
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I got 3rd ward niggaz throwin up the sign |
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My little cousin jimmy home on, eighteen to die |
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I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy |
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I live the life of a rapper that's bout it bout it |
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I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat |
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I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers |
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I smoke weed, and hennesey, uh-huh |
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To forget about all that shit, uh-huh |
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(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga) |
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I smoke weed, and hennesey |
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Just to make it through the days man |
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All this bullshit I'm goin through |
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[c-murder] |
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I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs |
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Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs |
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I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure |
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You leave your shit wide open, no limit niggaz gon' test ya |
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We ride deep but tru dat, hitin hard like bricks |
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Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick |
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My tru g's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit |
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And healthy niggaz shout for God hearin |
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A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once |
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So nigga let's get high, off these hennesey and blunts |
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Chorus |
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[silkk the shocker] |
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It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools |
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I know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules |
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I'm always on like f**kin lights respect might check you like some nights |
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Always precise, silkk the shocker, get my motherf**kin name, right! |
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Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a nike |
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Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like dice |
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Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a f**kin idol |
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They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughts |
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Cause there isn't no sunshine |
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Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes |
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But other times, I got away |
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If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate |
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See we no limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers |
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Couple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trust |
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Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride |
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We strapped with four-five nigga do, or f**kin die |
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Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug dealers |
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Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug niggaz |
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T.s. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no f**kin love |
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When I grab for snap automatics come off |
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Like dancers drawers in strip clubs |
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Ain't no thang, death with no motherf**kin pain |
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I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game |
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But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top |
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Til my homey, came up dead |
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He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds |
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It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials |
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I plug shots in the motherf**ker, you don't wanna die |
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Chorus w/ variations |
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[master p] |
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That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight |
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Silkk the shocker legit, charge it 2 da game in february, hahah |
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My little brother c-murder in this bitch (no limit) |
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Master p (soldiers) |
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Huh, we gonna feed em weed and hennesey (I thought I told ya) |
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And to them motherf**kin fake niggaz |
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We gonna feed em hollow tips |
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Can't fade us, can't beat us, no limit |
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Ain't no motherf**kin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright) |
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Tru niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the year) |
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Ha-hah |
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Nineteen ninety-eight nigga |
