1.Take My Pain
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself,
when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away？ i got sons of
funk,
An me fiend, an my people, master p an silkk
They ready to tell you how i feel, trapped, everyday life.
Verse 1- (fiend)
Everytime i open my eyes, i thank god for wakin this soldier,
Cuz in this cruel world its hard to walk these streets bein
sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders,
It's all on me to really except that i lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows an covers can't smother the pain that i have,
Sometimes i feel like i lost my better half, so sad,
But that's the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to pass 'a'
grade,
See they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our
highs,
Sellin they book of food stamps at night,
I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
Cuz i can't afford to lose another gender life,
But livin this bend you could lose it if it came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do？ the world ain't the same man,
The way we live is a shame, i can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the
grave,
Dear mama keep yo head up i'm tryin ta get paid,
These ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream,
My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend,
I live my whole life to stack some chips,
An it's a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
An mama cryin......cuz church's be packed,
An all yo family an friends dressed in black,
An it's a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
Some say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt,
Sometimes, i feel like i'm trapped between heaven an hell,
In the ghetto's ？？？tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
(chorus x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 3-(silkk the shocker)
You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
In the pourin rain,
Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
I coulda been born son of a king,
Instead i was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an
fiends,
Dear god i got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my brother got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
Now through it all i tried to ball an keep it real,
They say they don't feel what i feel,
I guess cuz they don't live where i live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But i seen her through the face of the mirror
Wipin tears from her eyes,
An my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cuz of
stress,
An if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose death？
(chorus until song ends)
(master p chorus x4)
(fiend talking)
Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
This for all my ghetto fiends out there
Fightin these street wars, to all my no limit soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, i feel yo pain
This ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away
Rest in peace
Kevin bailey, kevin miller. tryin to take the pain away, fiend
2.Going Out With A Blast
Gotta go, cause if i gotta go
I know i gotta go, but i'm goin out with a blast
(goin out with a what)
Chorus
Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2
I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
What's the worst that can happen to capital f-i
I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the
cabbage
Was my advantage, have you forgot i'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock
it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
You get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga
Chorus x3
You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the
fuck
My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro
Already cause of me, nopd on it
Helecopter, so i had to holler at p to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
A crazy bitch i'll b.o., but deep a nigga won't earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up
Pressure, to my head up, till i pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
If you good you would not plot and get chopped
Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things i can't control are my cum and my gun
Chorus x2
Leave his life for me, and i'm a make sure his ass goin suffer
Heard he was a fed, i'm a blow off both of his colors
He'd ？？？？ war of my mother, man, i wish i could duck it
But fuck it, i didn't know i snorted past my budget
This life, i'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where i hang
Chorus x4
3.Do You Wanna Be A Rider？
Chorus：fiend (repeat 2x)
Do you wanna be a rider？
Yeah, i wanna be a rider
Are you ready for the power？
Yeah, i'm in there for the power
Got 'cha gat right beside ya？
They must evolve in power
Do you work by the hour？
Then the deal must be sour
I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the ghetto makin
sales
Leaving bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell
My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you live
My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid
It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live
Though, blame it on christ, we can happen and deny
I get the cappin for the strise, have a toastin like the hawk
And control as the evil men do, as if they was a cup
Chorus 2x
Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, unleash the beasts
Where you niggas that appose me？ may y'all rest in peace
I defied and lost man kind, so father forgive me
But its this thug in me got me want me kill my enemy
Will i pay for all the pain that i can cause these families？
Unable to control myself, i'm pleadin in insanity
I'm beggin for my lives cause i'm hated for death
I watch my step and now learn to appreciate every rep
I was born a killer, i've been rejected from society
Fiend's on my side, so none of you niggas can ever bother me
I try to be a better image for my family
But i'm a sin, so they label me a muthafuckin rider
Chorus 2x
Murder, murder, wonder was the victim i caught slippin？
Now i'm trippin, so drop that
I'm having flag, best to get popped at
Harrassed at a nigga in black, he did the cap
He's blamed it to the states and i can tell you what happened
Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and brangin
Pain to the family or the nigga named raymond
Got the habit, been down to ride from day 1 ( uno)
Death blow to the full of the made one
What you know about the powder to the powder, hour after hour
On the block, with the glock cockers, dills go sour
Hit you in your headache spot with my heat release
Prime suspects keeps the heat cuz we riders
Chorus 2x
I'm stuck with these mob ties and a matter of die survive
Look in my eyes, determination did shine nigga
I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist line
I waited for my time, gotti, i'm down to ride
Alias forgive me, for the sins who commit
But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt with
I'm out for show, bitch told me, 'gun up for show.' hundred
round drum
Niggas i'm bustin for fun, make it blood run
Duckin for fun, i live my life on the run
But keep my eyes in the pride, cuz if i slip and i die
So niggas, i'm down to ride wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha
Because it no limit
Get ready to die wit 'cha
Chorus 2x
4.Big Timer
Whoa there, big timer, big timer
I got money to the ceiling
Whoa there, big timer
Won't 'cha, make your money and do what ya wanna
Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)
Don't even ask if i could handle it
Bitch you didn't know i'm stackin ends like the clampets (there
it is)
Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
Mint greens labeled in god we trust'n
Bustin at the haters in the way of progress
Cause i ain't tryin to live from month to month (naw) that's
stress
I only want the best that there is off the top
But i ain't bout to brag about the shit i don't got
So when you see the e4-20 know that it's mine, paid out in full
So i put it in my rhyme
Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my house
Paid out too, so i know i got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don't like that
But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air
And cock your nine for them jackers out there
Live your life, boy
Chorus x 2
I be crackin like chiropractors
Fiend the young bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, what i'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
Now forever paid with mama mia and the master
I cause disasters from the s's to the g
No clubs won't start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills
See these chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (？) that i drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the house on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my rol, your house have no light
The more ice, i'm wicked you're sick, and just piss ya
Might take a long line, the dance floor on whispers
Chorus x 2
5.Who Got The Fire
Yo, fiend, you and snoop dogg, i'm comin at 'cha, what're ya
smokin on？
(i wanna know)
(i wanna know)
(no limit wanna know)
Nah, i know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga
Thicker than monifah, it's i, capital f-i
The keeper of the reaper
Smokin cheba with my colonel p, snoop and mystikal
Pull over, i'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell？
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since god goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (？)
Got a story to tell
Which is, the life of the baddest
Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict
Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit
Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one i grab quick
I'm that sick, i need weed to proceed
Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin
No, not the seeds, i done paid for the pickin
Only the green stickin, for the record
(fiend wanna know)
(snoop wanna know)
(fiend wanna know)
Ever since my first puff, it seems i couldn't get enough
But i just couldn't quit i had to have another hit
I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen
I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam
Once upon a time, before i used to bust rhymes
I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime
But times done change, now i'm havin mines
And i'm protected by the tank, no limit, and plenty nines
I grinds to the fullest, so when i'm finished i gots to pull it
I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet
For tryin to sell me bullshit
You know i'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town
Now, i'm a smoker
Now you know what that mean？
Check this out fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town
Somebody always approach me talkin bout 'i got the chronic,
We got the chronic.' muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with
Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. who got it？
6.All I Know
7.I Swore
(chorus)
I swore, never to die alone
And if it's on, it's on
Get the dirty chrome
I swore, i don't care if he left in his zone
Don't make have to follow you home
(fiend)
I done ran in the streets enough to know, every man and jebro
And when your back against the fence, admit to every throw
Let off several high low, incase somebody follow
And keep in mind your the only one that need to see tomorrow
Stash dirties on the borrow, shake it off up in the sorrows
And watch the quiet nights cause that's only when then the war
rose
Yabegorro, and put the smoke straight up to my nose
Cause i'm 'bout to unload that shit, to actually go do vargos
No one knows i chose not to hurt nobody
But it was him and me, and i cho', i chose to get rowdy
Took, he was breathing through and he was also seein' through
Last but not least, i took a woman and a human being too
(chorus 2x)
(fiend)
Oh we got problems, i bring the return of mystikal's assauge
Load the revolver, it's a walk-by, but it's your way
And no way in hell, at this public disputin'
He gonna make it through, it is relentin' to shootin'
So i made a fact to get 'em, watch how the choppers split 'em
Won't let the gat get 'em, or even that, cataclysm
I ain't missin' go make 'em my mission the dope player
Shoot 'em through the door way, layin' 'em in the court way
No man will say he ran down a timid nigga
Should ask him make 'em what happens, when no limit niggas
All i figure for me to make it through these streets dawgs
It had to be my life or yours and i ain't ready to go, i swore
(chorus 2x)
8.Only A Few
Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin mafiaso
If your fucking with no limit
Fiend, big ed, master p and silkk
You fucking with the best
You dont want to fuck with the best
Yo mucha
Chorus
I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches, before you call em your boo x2
You never know what's goin on with
Some of these hungry ass niggas arrested
And what you got, never allowed the chance to touch it
Was it obvious that nigga aint die
He was in from the begginning had a piece of the pie
Cause in his eyes, cold like chicago weather
Birds of a feather fuck over together, that's forever
The only change, they accepted when i got him killed
Well they all a time for real over a dollar bill
So now you feel that all street family aint yours
Recieving cuts and sores because you opened your pores
These niggas ride like volvos, and we aint talkin bout these
whores
Give a section of the beach, nigga surfers gotta swim ashore
If you need more, then take this notion with my devotion
Remember jealousy is a wasted emotion.
Chorus x2
I'd rather die hustling then be broke and lonely
Cause most of these niggas out here be phony
Find me on the street corner living my life fast
Remember take a bullet for your homie
That's my nigga big ed
See this tru shit nigga i'm a kill for it
When the rents due, ya know i'm a steal for it
Take a ride with my homies if i have to
Keep your eyes on your enemies cause they'll blast you
And momma sheds tears cause my homies seen that
Nigga gangbang seen tru up on my chest
To my niggas in jail, stay strong doin time
I thank the lord for taking me out the ghetto with these rhymes
Blood stains on the street cause this ghetto life's a bitch
And thats a shame cause its bound to change once a niggas rich
Chorus x2
Come take a ride at, before the game begins
I seen niggas die bad, and they die for pennies
Cant trust nobody seen around my way
Niggas dead, and that's why they aint around today
See penetentaries, they aint no place for me
I tell my mom dont trip, just pray for me
And to all the slugs from niggas that have hate for me
Tell my lady i'll take two years dont even wait for me
And see, you never get a second chance to live a first life
That's why i ball till i fall and live the first right
So even though i thug with them, i still ask these niggas
I've seen alot of cold shit, ？？？？？ been home test if i get ya
I only ride with niggas that i test the water with
Niggas i slang quarters with, slaughter shit, spent the hardest
shit
Only trust a few, only trust a few
You fakes, i can't even fuck with you
Chorus x2
9.The Baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Ahhhhhh, all about the beats, cause i bring the heat to the
streets
About to act bad, and i aint been home for a week
I wanna see ends, i also wanna see ends meet
The last high that i had was the jailhouse heat
Gotta go 223, that's the waiting in the shade
Alot of people about to end up dead, runnin around with their
lead
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, whats that in your hand, all i said
Picture fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
And i make em see it end, 'fore you bout to take me in
See shit spin, i'm tryin to get the crack in the day
Word on the streets, you really got it happenin your way
Now i'm rapping away, but not to keep me out the penn
But since i'm out, i'm out to test the hearts of men
See this wimpy grin, it mean, one seven he die
With cabbage aside, you bitches still gonna be the baddest alive
Chorus
Still the baddest motherfucker alive
I'm still the baddest motherfucker alive
Say what, say what？ x4
My name is fiend, damn right i'm a attack his trailer
C told me look a man in the eyes 'fore you kill him
Aint too many niggas really got on the billing
To better pockets, ready for some violent killing
Now ready puff in the cutlass, at the down south buck it
Taking other peoples shit, loving every minute of it
You know what it takes to go against odds
Watching my back, with some niggas like keke and boz
Jump in my 81 ride, lookin for prey in the meal
Gimme everything, i'll see if this tank is for real
I dish this raw deals to keep this ghetto peal
I think i truly love ？？？？？？？？？
For somebody getting through me
My hunger make sure aint no human being at the war place speak
Alone at street stories and ties
And remember, no sleepy eyes, i'm the baddest alive
Chorus x4
10.The Streets Ain't Safe
What up
Welcome to new orleans
Where police are corrupt
And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21
But see me？ i made up my mind a long time ago that i'd never
fall into that
System
I'm a hustle till i get enough, then i'm a get out
But you know what？ i got caught up. started fiending for that
shit.
So now anything you sell, any corner you work for, remember
that's my shit
I could take it from you any time i want to
As long as you know that, i won't have to make an example outta
you.
Remember, that's the words of fiend
I say the streets ain't safe i know i could be a goner
Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner
And nigga fiend know one day he's gonna have to die
But what？ nigga what？
And with my gat on my side, i'm still gonna be the baddest
alive(alive)
I'm an automatic pistol bustin' he laughs, screamin' down to the
haters
Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later
But fiend...？...of bieng the baddest
Later on, never to go, just mama command us
Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day
Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain't prayin'
Forgive me, i almost waited for my breed to help me
They won't doubt me so i'm a take somethin to get wealthy
Healthy, young, got a gun ain't afraid to lose it
This corner, i'm about to lose it. it's life i ain't choosin'
I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here
Killa face fear but i plans to make and count cake here
Get down and show me you're bout it come and take what i took
That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook
Project walls shook, until fiend's spirit rose in me
I chose to 'g', wait until the world get a load of me
Lord they know i don't fuck around
Livin' every day like my last
It's a damn shame the dirt i done did for the cash
Is it my fault？ makin' sure my hood gonna eat
Not seein' defeat, nigga i just stood to my feet
Cocked every rock that i had, cooked all the dope i could cook
Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look
Sellin' the shit i stole
Have mercy on my soul
And these shops about to be closed
Cause fiend about to roll
This ain't no war to stage
Feel the wrath and my rage
It's bieng displayed
At the effect of poverty's case
This ain't no phase, i'm trapped with that want to live
To protect mine, i miss you with rounds of hot shit
My glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal
And the way of my pain, so for god we gonna hurt you
It ain't personal, with the thought of playin with my math
Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath)
My life has seen shit like this. i got to much will invested
Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested
Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested
Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it
See i'm blessed with the game, came along with my name
Tested for fame, pushin' out crack cocaine
But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary
And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary
Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another
If i'd have known what i know now, i wouldn't have lost my
brother
Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow
But some stash you're doe, you could see the casket front row
I know cause i done seen some casualties burn
Plagued ？
So now them niggas gonna learn
It's my turn
So when the courts ask for a plea
My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me
3x
11.All In A Week
12.I.c.u.
13.On A Mission
You know you done fucked up？
You know you done fucked up, don't ya？
Nigga you really fucked up.
We on a muthafuckin mission.
I'm ridin dirty with my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, steady mobbin', c-murder in this bitch.
Retaliation is a must.
Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries.
Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, i'm on a caper
Ready to kill 'em, if i see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so i leave 'em where i left 'em
When i creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew from cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
Sippin hennesy and chronic, i'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have
it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission
In on a mission, ridin dirty with my tru thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love
Fiend, my reason to gunplay
Loadin my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a dead end
So i could show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all i desire
So i could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..？..) get my adrenalin goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
I severed the crusher, and buried my (..？..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my lesser
Gon test ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what？ what？
Cause i ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to exorcism
Completed my mission, huh？
By lettin the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a mission
Chorus x 4
(..？..) the cleaner, alias saddam, nigga
(what's up there？) cold cop killers
Now it's really on (what's up fool？)
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (we doing it!)
C-murder and fiend (there they go!)
We dump the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause i need cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)
screams,
Gunshots, etc. hard to understand...)
Pulled the trigga on my nigga (not my nigga, damn!)
As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
(damn dog, don't go nigga!)
Bitches scream, nigga (..？..)
Pull up next to the bodies, i was runnin
My dog's head was blew off
I'm bustin hella (？) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
(..？..), with a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the trigger men
14.Slangin'
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun b and pimp c.
U.g.k. and fiend？ this straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary.
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free. this for all the real
Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me？ no limit style.
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit.
You muthafucka, i don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and c and fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When i'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin bustas
Boy, we down south bangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end
Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and i chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped
Get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some california skunk
And bitch i come from texas and love that shit to lean
I'm down with dj screw and bitch it's u.g.k. and fiend
And we ridin with some killas, niggas bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers, and bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet james jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
What's the sense of it all？
Pimpin, powder, and pussy tryin to make pennies
Payin off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
From the wrong way, i'm killin these niggas the jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
Lookin, death dead on
Knowin i was dead wrong
From the sad songs, have you been to my city？
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from pretty
But i'm one bad fucker that's always claimin tank
Niggas know n.o., dank, and elevate
My rank, what you call it？
Bustin out the expedition
Fiend pimpin, blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin, resist the no limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas
15.At All Times
Welcome to new orleans
Or should i say where the fiends live
Home of the no limit soldiers
My name is fiend
Yall cluckers better get ready for this
Welcome to a soldier world
What we do what we do
The hood go feel me on this one
They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin
Knowin it ain't no escape from a hungry baby in ya face
So i love the place
Gun sparks thru new orleans dark
So death my gat shoot ya
Cause of the color of my heart
Have to put a fool on the floor
And i won't ignore
Cause fiend is my name
What made me do it
I live like that
That dope he go have to charge it to da game
Nigga i'm a man
So i have to have some born sense
To be a provider
No limit rider
When they hollar
17th survior
Bout my dollars
Fuck the pride
I done got me a key
Funny how you got a 1000 grams
How the dope heads just wanta be me
Wanna kill me
A young g
With a half a nerve
About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird
That's my word
Smoking backwoods filled with erb
Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb
The ultimate serve
Getting it off all in a week
Time to re up
So i'm go be up
Getting the grind in the streets
Nigga!
(chorus 2x)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and i ain't lying)(i ain't
lying)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and i ain't dying)(i ain't
dying)
Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe
We about to burn the chase
In all the place
Go be leavin discrace
Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face
Strong arming for space
Which shop
I'm go leave them baggin grams
I'm a bad man
Strap in my hand
Give me some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by crimnals
And then some
I'm go have to hit one
And back them bitches off with my m-one
Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!!
That's what he caught
Have to lay him in chalk
Should seen serv
Insurance should of been bought
What the fuck you thought
That fiend
State ya rank
The silent private
That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground
Till there bodies turn blue and violet
My greed is violent!!
Born with plans to be ？
When the folks come i'm go leave it
Got him in the headlock
Some niggas ？
911 go need it
My nine my only justice
Rollin past screamin fuckers
My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks
I don't give a fuck
Brang ya boys and ya another gat
You'll be suckin up stains
Beware of my nigga
Mr.40 cal
Well!!!!
Chorus til end
16.Walk Like A 'g'
Chorus (2x)：you gotta walk like a 'g'
Talk like a 'g', walk like a 'g'
I got em lovin my drug dealer strut
Somethin about the way i make moves, some think it the shoes and
just,
Uh, mu'fuckas like to blame it on tru
When i do, what i do, and talk that slang
Makin the hardest street niggaz askin me can they hang
Ain't no thang, but you must wear khakis or ？g-bose？
Neck touchin some gold, and fully don't love hoes
Blowin smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos
Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose
Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind wanderin and steady servin fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin me this funny step
Chorus 4x
I walk, high talk, gs up and soldiers down
I used to bob and weave when i was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, when slim come around
Or i be forced to bring more noise than the beats by the pound
I just got out the pen, so i bounce when i walk
And say ya heard me, every time that i talk
4-4 boys i used to balk, but now i got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty
I love fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like charlie
Ask magnolia shorty, that's my people, she could call it
My mama told me i still walk the same way
Talk the same way, every since i was yay
Chorus 4x
I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that i ball
3 months, fuck the walker, i was struttin 'fore i crawl
Before the old school even had the, 'yes, yes, ya'll!'
I was spendin my uneven money on my family in the mall
Young fiend, was the guard, i breaks rules with it
My ？ got grooves with it, cause i packs tools with it
I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear minks in the winter, tank iced in the center
My step is the agenda, not only this voice
But they its bout my hips, naw they ain't havin my choice
Now the moral to the story is that i'm cold with it
Made a song about my stroll with it
If you was with it, can ya dig it？
Chorus 4x
17.We Survivors
18.What Cha Mean
What up out there kenfo
This be fiend coming at like this here here
I brought a couple of my people with me
Fiend, mac, soulja slim, kane and abel
A couple of no limit soldiers to help me out with this here
Chorus
What cha mean, mean, heard about
Soldiers got some daily clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
(peep this shit) i know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
Than the rest of the dealers
Every nigga that i fuck with gotta be from killas
Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me
smokin
On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, i can ride, barely need to slug some dealing
No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling
Real niggas feel me, cause i'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit
All my little partners gone, i'll be damned if i g-o
But if i do i'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know
Chorus x2
You know i'm from the ghetto, hit the glock
And pop my shots clean up your block
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain
When i stop that motherfucking clock, kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect
Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette
Like the weed when i lower my tek
Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the
626
Is something you hate cause your boy
Just got flipped, ak with a strong clip
In the hood i bust you with the tank,
In the pen i trust you with the shank
My mind go blank, i'm a soldier smokin dank
All the way to the motherfucking bank
Chorus x2
Now what yall mean, niggas on my team
They all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the street
To get the green, knowa mean
Came here with slim, mac and fiend
I still scream woah!
In the drop where my nigga walk
Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
I'm young and i'm black, i'm a soldier
So he thinking i'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south
Where the po-po's scout
Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout
Won't leave your house
Cause at night, nigga freaks come out
Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You might connect the grip
Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
Like the peoples in summertime agent trip
Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas
Do the murderman dance on their enemies
And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow your roll and daddy i'm camoflauged
I'm psycho warden i stay on my guard and bitch i never die
Chorus x2
What the world don't know is i'm a hurt
A soldier without a pause
I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws
My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to ride explain a million of hostile
The burn feels like almost a step from death
Fuck spending lives, i barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest
Wouldn't know where i'd be without my god and my vest
Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the test
With the charge the best, cause i open your chest
God bless, i made my way back so i can say that
Me too whatever, should have known that fiend believe in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, slim, twins, and mac
Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
I doubt that, i'm strange cause i'm with the right change
After soldier consediration, i'm the live range
Chorus x4
19.Do You Know？
(do you know who you fuckin with？)
I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar
I'm the 18-wheeler rolling over the armadillo
I'm the orange-and-blue fire comin from under the skillet
(do you know who you fuckin with？)
I'm the dick in the pussy, i'm the fly on the shit
I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo
I'm the motherfuckin red ant draggin the bettle
Nigga remember me when you was shootin up？ i was that needle
When you coughin, i'm that (cough) that comes from your chest
When you dead, i'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh
I'm every last sad note from the violin
I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin
I was the voice in your head that was tellin you not to try it
again
Now i'm the carbon dioxide that replace your oxygen
I'm the mysterious, mystikal monument
I'm the man, i'm the south, i'm the muthafuckin prince
Chorus： repeat 8x
Me？ a bad motherfucker, boy
Hater destruction, pistol bustin (bhaw, bhaw)
I'm the chubby one cussin, verbally keep em (？)
Herbaly keep em puffin, all the weed that i need
Smokin some trees, i groove from some left over seeds
Leave it to the soldier's creed
On the set where they pretends (take that)
Throwin some hot shit nigga (take that boy) faded all my ends
Give a fuck if it were ten
I want nine and the change (give my change boy)
Doing strange things behind mine and my change, boy (comin,
comin)
I'm a bad man, let it be known to any cop (fuck y'all)
Use a ten, many glocks and got plenty in stock (got more nigga)
If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated
Computer can't delete it
And penicillin can't defeat it
Chorus x 8
20.For The N.o.
Hear that？
Sucker got ice cubes in a cup nigga!
It's like i'm coolin my drink off nigga!
And this my watch boy!
Like i'm coolin my drink off!
We all paid over here nigga!
Yeah! yeah boy! yeah!
C'mon, c'mon
I get up early and grab my stash-uh
First on the set to bust my ass-uh
Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
Even deep down i know crack kills-uh
Could you blame me totin this heat-uh
Things sweet, but i want shit sweet-uh
I'm the fiend around here, i got a provider
I hear slangin this hard white powder
Shit live, but i want shit liver
Maybe cause i'm a 17th survivor
Hurtin people, i'm a well known dodger
That's why i sing my hustle chant so loud-uh
Chorus：
Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
C'mon i said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today
Only in new orleans, nigga, no limit!
Hustlin never stops until you finish
How we're livin over here at no limit
Got what you want from rap, the good d-uh
You get the pounds from (..？..)
Right now tell me what you need from me-uh
Cause i got big boulders 2 for 3-uh
Inspired from master p's ghetto d-uh
Where i learned ain't shit comin for free-uh
The beat came from my nigga klc-uh
And i'm capital f-i-e-n-d-uh
Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars
And bout weed and money can't holla
I out here for the paper and power
Gettin off this shit at all times and hours
Cause the way i put it, is i serve enough dubs
My shit gon' be the coldest in the club, nah
Chorus
21.Live Me Long
All i follow is the jones as i reminisce
Reminisce take chance as i remember this
I was fifteen, anti fiend
Never thought i'd make it to music as a dream
All i had was kevin and my momma jackie
The pen and pad, and i have a papi
Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
Shit, new orleans is the city, i remember fightin over wars
See, long before you give me the charge i beat my cause
I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws
I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and i'm a believe in you
See i'm tru, because my niggas keep me goin as well
Droppin tears cause i'm the only one alive to tell
And if i'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched
By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click
Chorus
And i'm a soldier in the world live me long
Cause i a got my hustle on and i done done wrong
No one understands me, neither do my family
That's why i believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2
I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke
My brother been gone for five years, and this is how i cope
I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next
My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex
Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon
And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon
I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin
Bodies every other day, on washington and ？？？？？
Oh lord, i'm even scary to open obituaries
Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that i'm buried
Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
If i don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain
Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short
Now here on life support, from not the right support
I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a g
A small fee for what that nigga did to a family
Chorus x2
Shit, i'm a reminisce like this while i'm in a good state of
mind
Now i'll never low, truly knows in no greater time
Down line, i've a lost some of my best partners
Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers
Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter
Cope on his mind, much as i can and wonder
Was my prayers to god injected or neglected
Question the man if i can or respect it
Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers
Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
My lord, you never suffer newborn, i'll guard your daughter
Killing in my city like there's something in the water
Why bother？ because fiend's strandin heads then i'm gone
And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home
Now notice i'm a survivor
My feelings go out to the families of g slim, and miss michelle
tyler
Chorus x4
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