Ghetto D. [Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker] 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. And they get mad over the things you have. As usual for most No Limit albums, there are many guest appearances. I guess Ghetto D could have used some fat trimming, couple of songs are too long and stuff like "Only Time Will Tell" is straight filler, but on the other hand this is some excellent ignorant shit. God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me. Make crack like this. You be Ms Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde. "Ghetto D" with Silkk and C-Murder is the perfect intro, with a familiar sample from "Eric B. Yout true bitch nigga down to hustle. Money's the root of all evil. At the peak of No Limit's fame, they got their fair share of critics. Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off.
Pimp hoes for the pussy. And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine. But i just cant call it or catch. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Back stage at the concerts peepin. Highly recommended 9.
Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin. But i still got g's and im still ballin. The production is Beats By the Pound and it's absolutely banging. Besides "Make 'Em Say Uhh! My homie's life slaid.
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something. For all the niggas in the game that be sellin keys. The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life. Nigga gon get chall. Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised. Head first in this world with my eyes impeel. The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals.
Don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Since a youngster, these niggas pushed my cemetery dream. Ladies wanna make love to me. We walk past security cause you got the strap. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I. take'em back and get the most love. She know these streets got me crazy. Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up. Give you a pistol with your cute. So watch your back when you hustling crack. And anybody i forgot if you a real playa you'll understand. Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending. Swoll to the fullest, in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets. Make crack like this master p video. Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger. And if it all falls through you still got me.
On these streets, anything goes. Set the muthafuckin record straight. But they know they wont touch me. I tell you only one time. Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies. Make crack like this master pro. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me. But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls. Beats by the Pound provides some banging beats which are the main carrying point here easily, I don't really think much of Master P even if he can flow with a beat quite well but the beats are not some classic shit by any means. My nigga's up there for gang bangin.
I can be your mistress. Family tears and flowers no more shows and videos. They took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk. That's why I acts like this. Battlin', golden', platinum. Cause when I bust niggas guts. That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off. Smoke weed with g's. Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes. And every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me. Hit me when you trying to do something.
TRU niggas dont talk shit. The game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest. Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0. Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya $10, 000 mink coat. I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news. Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back. So we be kicking it like g's. I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans. Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]. I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk. Ya' gotta' realize I ain't tryin' to be no broke fart.
NFL NBA Megan Anderson Atlanta Hawks Los Angeles Lakers Boston Celtics Arsenal F. C. Philadelphia 76ers Premier League UFC. I done paid my dues, but still played the blues. Well I can't say that I don't love this album as it is seriously flawed in many aspects, but I will be damned if I'm not entertained for this ish! Fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some.
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home. Goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt. I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors. Down here 3rd world cali or new orleans.
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut. But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone. Love, peace, and brotherhood. Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve. I'm takin' the chances now. Hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head.
Know what I'm sayin'? "Pass Me Da Green" is one of the few solo Master P songs on here, and the laid back beat is perfectly tailored for P's chill rhymes. Young nigga fourteen doing death row. Break ki's down to oz's.
That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care. Some say the blind lead the blind. Blow dust to the motherfucking enemies. It's all about you and me.