Verse One:

6 ‘n tha mornin’ police at my do’ *door knocking*
Fresh Nike’s squeak across my bathroom flo’
Out my back window I made my escape
Didn’t even get a chance to grab my Bout It Bout It tape
Man with no music but I’m happy cause I’m free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck my pistol’s close at hand
I’m a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn’t know what cops wanted, din’t have time to ask

*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Verse Two:

See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo’
TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill
She started actin silly, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn’t shit
As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn’t know what hit her didn’t have time to ask

*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Verse Three:

Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo’-fo’, and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn’t want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn’t know what happened didn’t have time to ask

*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!

We bout it bout it
Now I say “Wus up to Ice-T”
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop’s all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain’t nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 ‘n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I told y’all we’re no limit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

HUHHHHHH!
[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
[Master P] No Limit
[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond

[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I’m trippin
on MC’s cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro’ your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I’m drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver’s head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]
I’m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who’ll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I’ll call your bluff
like, “Yo, how many rhymes you got?” I think I’ll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda’s got on the car lot
And there’s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain’t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I’m already doin a hundred
when I’m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I’m gon’ gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it’s gon’ be that
See that, that shit’ll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don’t be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I’m gon’ get you either way, and it’s better to live
Let me get what’s between your sock, cause it’s, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don’t make me put your somewhere where nobody’ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don’t come back on
This ain’t a flick you ain’t gon’ come back on, you ain’t that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You’se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I’m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Master P]
Got my mic on, it’s time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don’t stop but it get buckwild

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff
yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P
from New Orleans to Richmond California,
that nigga crazy ass, but check this out
Cali got that good ass weed, that good ass weed, that good ass weed
them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed
that?s why Im on my way to the Northside

Im so toke
I guess Im gone of that green sticky
just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies
from walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire
thats when I know I?ve got 10 dollars on some fire
If you can do this muthaphukka
lets get a twenty
fuck white zig zags
I need some brown stickys
I mean that swisha go good with that dank
niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like they smokin crank
but we not we gettin higha than fire
but I won?t stop smokin dank till I retire
I wonder do they have dank up in heaven
and if they do I?ll prolly do a muthaphukkin 211 (Me too)
for a bag of that green sticky
Up in heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky
I?m not Dre, but I don?t want nuttin but chronic
this dank keep me comin back like Im hooked on phonics

what ever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank
whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank

Lets meet my homie
that fool got hella weed
he sells like spanish fly
makes bitches get on their knees
hoes be suckin dick
fo that green sticky
like this bitch named Michelle
and my partner Ricky
fo a half a joint
that bitch got toasted
drama in motel 6 gettin roasted
legs all open drawers under the bed
she didnt know where she was at (where you at girl)
my little potnah was hittin it in her mouth into her throat
Hoes be smokin that dank to keep their nerves calm
I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on
It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek
that?s how we do it every day of the week
I don?t sleep but at night I get the munchies
and afta I eat I be back smokin them green crunchies

chorus x6

yeah
uhhh
inhale
lets go half on a bag of dank
I mean that green sticky
and how you do it
when you blowin?
you inhale

I caught you slipping so I took you with a gank move
listen up rap world its a new fool
a new gangsta, gangbanger, slanger, dope dealer
murdering motherfucker, headbanger
so listen to the tunes I tune up
its 91 Master P soon to come up
bodies and large lessons talk
you step to the P you come up short
the no limit mafia is out robbing
jack your beats, stealing and start siding
and you cant say shit, I bet you didnt
know your beak ill sound like this
and watch the ladies move
but the fellows ill laugh
cause they know you got took foo
haha another jack move

cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers

I kill for a gangsta beat, and ill snatch ya
to show my simply put a note in your casket
you just got dead by the jack of the jackers
in other words punk, huh, you aint a factor
the world is mines so I took it like scarface
you see a beat I ask for a funky 808
your style is out, its trying for a new trenz
you say real niggaz now were the fuck you been
you see real niggaz just dont sing
were im from we like to gangbang
ski-masks, catch a sucker just creeping
take a joury yo and leave ya sleeping
play ya like a fucking simp
fuck ya bitch and beat your kids with a tree limp
you see thats the life of crime
in other words you make yours
I like to take mine

*Repeat Chorus til end*

Light ya joints lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff
yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P
from New Orleans to Richmond California
that nigga crazy ass but check this out
Cali got that good ass weed that good ass weed that good ass weed
them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed
that’s why Im on my way to the Northside
Im so toke
I guess Im gone of that green sticky
just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies
from walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire
thats when I know I’ve got 10 dollars on some fire
If you can do this muthaphukka
lets get a twenty
fuck white zig zags
I need some brown stickys
I mean that swisha go good with that dank
niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like they smokin crank
but we not we gettin higha than fire
but I won’t stop smokin dank till I retire
I wonder do they have dank up in heaven
and if they do I’ll prolly do a muthaphukkin 211 (Me too)
for a bag of that green sticky
Up in heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky
I’m not Dre, but I don’t want nuttin but chronic
this dank keep me comin back like Im hooked on phonics
what ever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank
whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it
well lets go half on a bag of dank
Lets meet my homie
that fool got hella weed
he sells like spanish fly
makes bitches get on their knees
hoes be suckin dick
fo that green sticky
like this bitch named Michelle
and my partner Ricky
fo a half a joint
that bitch got toasted
drama in motel 6 gettin roasted
legs all open drawers under the bed
she didnt know where she was at (where you at girl)
my little potnah was hittin it in her mouth into her throat
Hoes be smokin that dank to keep their nerves calm
I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on
It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek
that’s how we do it every day of the week
I don’t sleep but at night I get the munchies
and afta I eat I be back smokin them green crunchies
chorus x6
yeah
uhhh
inhale
lets go half on a bag of dank
I mean that green sticky
and how you do it
when you blowin?
you inhale

-Master P- (talking)

Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain’t never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.

-Lawand/Mercedes-

Since you’ve been away I’ve been down and lonely
Since you’ve been away I’ve been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru?
I’m missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)

Verse 1 – Master P –

Uhhhh, I got you livin’ in mansions
Jumpin’ out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president’s Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, M?et with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo’ lips an’ hair an’ toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I’m livin’ wrong, tryin’ to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can Uhhhh then squeeze ya’, tease ya’
You wanna rub me? let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain’t got no nine to five
Hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be ya
Tell you I’m a thug and they can’t wait till I leave ya’
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say

Chorus -Lawand and Mercedes-

I’m missin’ you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)

-Verse 2 – Master P-

You was a high school queen
Met me sellin’ ice cream on the corner went double-up servin’ Fiend
Even though I’m a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we’d a play rugby
I got you flyin’ first classes on planes
Jumpin’ offa’ trains
Takin’ cruises on boats, sippin’ champagne
Rollin’ out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That’s why them hoes wanna be ya, but they can’t
Taking trips in Land Cruisers
Droppin’ off cash to the bank
But they don’t know what you done see
The shit i done put you thru
??? you done take for ya’ boo
The FED’s harass you
The lies you dont told for me
And when i went to jail you found a way to visit me
Runnin’ up ya phone bill
Sometimes the kids didn’t even have a decent meal
It ain’t no limit to this ghetto love
Even though i mighta’ slangin’ drugs
You still showed me love
That’s why I’m here for ya’, Boo
But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love too

CHORUS

Verse 3 – The Shocker

I got a ??? and i wonder why and i wonder what she in me
And man I can’t lie
Cuz i’ll be hustlin’ , hangin’ wit my homies all night ch’all
I’ll be hustlin’ from the morning to the night fall, aight ch’all?
It’s kinda hard tryin’ to stay clean
Tyrin’ to chase dreams
Tryin’ to make it happen
But this rappin’ ain’t what it seems
Know what i mean?
Now thru thick things ya’ stood beside me
When I was on the run, you help me on the real
Tryin’ to make a mil but on the real
That’s tight but a little money can’t buy me
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g’s in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya’ blame it on my mom’s lifestyle
My thuggish-ruggish friends
Ya’ keep tellin’ me
My fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an end
Ya’ gotta’ realize I ain’t tryin’ to be no broke fart
I’m takin’ the chances now
Cuz it’s gonna be hard for our future sons and daughters
I’m tryin’ to take trips to Reno
Cash chips like casinos
Live life as a high roller
Silkk the Shocker make moves like Valentino
I only got one chance, so I got to take it
If you could just be patient
Down for the silent 20 just for waitin’
Yo’ mom think I’m a thug
She still don’t like me
Ya’ friends think I’m a ghetto thug
But this is ghetto love that they can’t s

Ughhhhh…….
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
but what if gansta rap gets rid of you
how’d you like them apples
you want your kids to grow up listenin’ to good american music
but they don’t want that they want that bout it bout it shit
you always point the finger at the bad guy
but what if the bad guy points the finger at you
fuck the politcians the media and the government
the fucking world was built on corruption
if it wasn’t for people like me and my reality music
you couldn’t pay for a meal
I’m tired of you fucking hustlers following me around
tapping my phone and over taxing my money
you know what a hustler is
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 sincerly the last don
Master P The Last Don
[Master P]
I made millions from raps I couldn’t die in scraps
No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzles but they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit I didn’t do
niggas banged at my motherfuckin’ crew
we retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh)
niggas slang ghetto dope cain but we drug dealers
ain’t that a bitch a nigga tryin’ make it
can’t bust society but these fools tryin’ take me
they want you dead or locked up smokin’ or rocked up
walkin’ or blocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me
your girl or your homey
cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
that’s one that’s grown from the Last Don
he took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller
they all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don
real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain
feel my pain its real out here
ain’t no such thing as uh.. you can’t change your life
you can’t do what you wanna do
a coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies one
so all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin’ feed your families
get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
and if you hustlin’ hustle for a cause nigga
don’t believe in nobody but your motherfuckin’ self
cause money’s the root of all evil
we done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars
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