1.1 Morning
2.Ain't Nothing
3.Commercial One
4.Free Loaders
Chorus：niggaz just don't know, that i'm taxin all these hoes
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
But these hoes can't ride fo free {2x}
Well check this out, i slips on in
I dips on in, she be thinkin ride home
I be like holiday inn, because y'all can't ride for free
Believe me, so just when you see me
It just ain't gone be that easy
Now you think you can ride free？
I pay fo the gas you don't give up the ass
Nigga please, cause i be a hustla
Must i spell em all in abc's
Or do you get the picture don't make me hit cha
But i don't hits to run, i hits fo fun
Smash it like daz,and they gets the guns
Cause i ain't no joke
They can ride fo' free i can't drive fo' free, please!
Chorus：
Niggaz just don't know, that i'm taxin all these hoes
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
But these hoes can't ride fo free
These hoes want daiquris, but daiquris aint free
These hoes won't smoke my weed, but weed don't come fo free....
You be like, 'what's yo name？' i be like, 'what's mine？'
I could conversate but bitch right now i ain't got that much
time
Nah, some gin and rum.
I want somthin you sip off, somthin you can sip off,
Somthin when you sip off, clothes jus gonna slip off
You know how i runs that, i gives that, i do's that,
I did that, i done that
And that's how it's gon' continue to be...
Haaaaaa... none of you girls can ride fo free
Rides wit me no that's a damn shame...
That's how it is a damn shame, dollar up on my damn fame
Chorus：
Niggaz just don't know, that i'm taxin all these hoes
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
They wanna go out and eat, but these hoes get mickey d's
These hoes they wanna be seen, but they can't be seen with me
You hoes better wake up and smell the coffee
You must have took a wrong turn because you lost me
And nuthin come fo free...
I'm a rider so between them thighs it be me
You gots to watch how who you take home
That's nice she look like halle berry
And today she look like grace jones
The first i didn't wanna...
On they plate but after that they want like lobster and steak
Now the club be the best place, they work be the worst place
Nine times outta ten i never been past the first date
Yeah see it's like this i'm mackin bad
If you wanna get taxi hoes, call up a cab
Yeah bitch, jump in a muthfuckin bucket
Cause you'll never ride in benz
But i ain't mad at you
You know what i'm sayin cause you got a nigga gettin your hair
done
Gettin yo nails done
But me and my little brother silkk
We gon' reverse the game on you bitches
You know what i'm sayin bitch
You can take me to the barber shop
You can put some muthafuckin gold around my fingers
You can put some muthafuckin gold around my neck
Chorus：
Niggaz just don't know, that i'm taxin all these hoes
And these hoes won't ride wit me...
But these hoes can't ride fo' free
They wanna have sex with me
But girl my dick ain't free
And if you want this meat, it's goin fo' forty g's
Yeahhhh....wassup silkk
Nigga layin it down like a g
Mo b dee...
And you know me master p
I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse
And motherfuckers p stand fo' pimpin, playin, pushin
Whatever the fuck you wanna call it
I'ma let y'all nigga know three thangs i'ma never gon' do...
I'm never gon' trust a bitch
I'm never gon' trust a hoe
I'm never gon' let pussy come between me and my partner
Because motherfuckin skirts is to be shared
Ya heard me, remember that playa
Never let a bitch get in the way of you and your money
But pussy... i can get pussy anytime, believe that
5.Ghetto 211
6.Ghetto Tears
Dear god can ya save me
If you can't save me, save our babies
(we trying to keep it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
Life is hard and i see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
In the ghetto)
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
I ain't never knew wrong from right
Growing up off my life, thinking adidas had 4 stripes
So my uncle tried to warn us
Told us not to do drugs, but yesterday i saw him on it
See in my hood it ain't no love
Age 13, seen my auntie o.d. on drugs
The neighborhood hoe only 15 and everybody wants to bang her
Found her dead, gave herself and abortion with a clothes hanger
I seen on of my neighbors try everything but couldn't make it
Came home one day killed his whole family
I guess he couldn't take it
I give back, even if it ain't nothing big
Look at my grandma, terminal disease only got months to live
They tell us we ain't gonna be nothin
Gave my homie 25 years
I shed tears for all my peers
Chorus：
Dear god can ya save me
If you can't save me, save our babies
So many ghetto tears my people cry
You ain't supposed to question god but i'm asking why
So many ghetto tears my people cry
Through out the years, my people shed ghetto tears
My people shed ghetto tears, through out the years
The ghetto's like a headache, one big ol migrane
Tryin to stay high till i die
Tryin to like hide the pain
My homey mama died and didn't know it
When she died he committed suicide
My homie jumped up off the sixth floor
Maybe it's too late for me
Since i'm still here, i'm kinda glad to be
Been in and out of jail since i was 12
Life been hectic since mama had me
I have to ask myself the simple question why
It's so hard to live but yet so easy to die
With this simple question lord can you help me
Just tryin to live large and wealthy
From these card that you dealt me
I used to ask ？？？, but now they ask me
Life passed em up, i wonder will life pass me
Cause it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
For all the dirt that i did
I don't think i'll find where heaven is
I wonder why they won't panic and try to ban it
Probably cause they scared of it
I just dont understand it
Chorus
How could you carry a kid for 9 months black
She had a baby boy
But while she she was pregnant she was smoking crack
How could you rape and abouse your kids
How could you committ incest and say you love your kids
They ain't ask to be here, they ain't ask to see here
Slipped here by 15 minutes of pleasure
That's why they can't see clear
From the cradle to the grave
Or from the cemetary to the penatentary
Life is so hard now bet ya leave it
Chorus
7.Got Em Fiendin'
Intro：
A little something something. lights, camera, action.
Hook：
One for the g's two to make them jump
Three for the hoes tha be fiedin' for this ghetto funk
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto funk
Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto fuk (x2)
Master p：
Alize whipped up cranked up ouee
Got two freaks in the jacuzze
Wanna do me, me and my homie
I ain't trippin' on a motherfuckin' roni
Hit the club start bumpin' jumpin'
Gat in my drawers and a nigga still humpin'
On this hoe but the bitch can't fee the gat
Tru niggas and you know we fully strapped
Hit the nigga talk shit put they light out
Otherwords x niggas out like whiteout
Roll through the town mob with my niggas deep
Don't give a fuck about those hoes or the police
Got a bee pe on my way to the telly
Stop and get some lobster and steak to feel the belly
Hit the liquor store gots to pick up some gin ＆ juice
Cause you know i got to have my 80 proof
Dank smoke comin' out the windows
Hit the side show bust a nigga in a pinto
Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party (what？)
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party
Hook (x2)
Silkk the shocker：
Hotel motel holiday inn
I'm about to fuck me a girl but i'm gonna fuck her friend
Now you know um what you came to do
I be tru baby don't believe the hype
You know it ain't about me and you
Now if you down with o.p.p. yeah you know me
It ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Now we share skirt like air frankly i don't care
I hits and run and then i'm up outta there
Now um, baby lately you can't get with me
If (we don't love them hoes) it'all all about my business
Now i really do't care what you like and what you don't
Cause um, the only think i'm trying to is get you drunk
Now i'm a diver but i don't skinny dip, now picture this
A skinny nigger between the hips and i'm about to dip
Off in the traffic smilin' and laughin'
I met that i had that we did that i done that
Hook
Big ed：
Bouncin' to the party i just got payed
I'm looking for th finest hoe so i can get layed
I done see more ass than any gynocologist
Smooth like a prism
Got my b and my masters in this playerism
No more then 5 minutes, a chocolate bunny
Now i though she was a fiend cause she wants to suck my dick
with honey
Well baby let's discuss this
My name is big ed and a nigga get more dick then buckets
See i'm flowin' got more pipe than any plummer
I hit 'em like a monsoon cause a nigga hits like thunder
And i got one creamin' like a twinkie
I'm a bad man ask a girl and her best friend
I like to bend them
Then i slide on in so if you down with foreplay give me a signal
See i'm true to the game
I hit you sister your mama and your daughter to me it's the same
8.How We Mobb
9.If My 9 Could Talk
Give me that nine, that clip
Ain't no talking to my 9, 'cause bitch i'm bout to sop you up
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Your life in danger, i'm busting caps upon a total stranger
Better believe i be creeping
Detectives wonder how i hit your house and the rest of the
block,
They still sleeping
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
Only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and i'm in a bout it club
I want soda 'cause niggas be snitching
I put blood up on his polo, gots him screaming like bitches
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
Disappear like a genie
When i reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam
And i'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
These shots i pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
You could consider that nigga a disaster area
Call his mom for a black dress
Consult his family members to be the pallbearers
You fucks with mine, i'ma leave that nigga shaking
Flatline, cpr, i don't think that nigga made it
Some call it murder, i call it 1-87
Some call it robbery, bitch, i call it 2-11
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot
ones
I run this shit like the white house
You like some white out
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out
When i shoot, i'm never gonna miss
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas i'm gonna hit
I be a specialist like sharon stone
A bad boy like al capone
An assassin like sylvester stallone
Only if you could live, but you ain't
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't
Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
10.It's On
11.It's Time To Ride
Some shit jumpped off about 12 o'clock
I was like
Post on the block
Open up shop
Try to get away from the cops
To get some rocks
Some nig came through in a cutlass
Mugging this
Throwing up signs and riding slow
Fuck this
I'ma leave that nigga stanking
What the fuck could he be thinking
I'ma leave them eyes closed before he blinking
187 thats what i be after
Chop em up and halfs like fractions
Nigga master murderer
Killing niggas all if i gots ta
Breaks them off propa
With choppas
And popsta
First nigga i see that resemble the driver of that cutlass
I'ma come with a gat
Hit em in the back
And be like what bitch
Hits em where it hurts
Kick up more dust than dirt
Nigga fuck its on when i catch em
It's time to ride
Bust em
Fuck em
It's time to ride
Who's gonna ride
12.I Ain't Takin No Shorts
13.I Represent
14.Mr.
Mother fucking m - r - period
Mr. master p
Mr. no limit records
Cause we selling shit out the walls
My nigga silkk
Ya'll gonna call him
Mr. silkk the shocker
After this mother fucking shit
Ya'll better believe that
Mr.
Mother fucking m - r - period
Don't call that nigga shit
Check this out
Yah heard me？
Mr. lady-hitter
Mr. hit the momma and the baby sister
Mr. creep to the house while you out and hit the baby-sitter
What？
You don't wanna mess with me
Mr. like jaw-shaker
Mr. always been bad
Mr. always wanna tag
Mr. like umm law-breaker
Mr. sneak on up
Or should i say
Mr. like rob a nigga
Mr. no limit affiliated
Or should i say
Mr. like mob figure
Mr. like trigger happy
Or should i say
Mr. like gun powder
Mr. i don't love them hoes
Mr. i be finished in like 1 hour
Mr. always wear a condom
Or should i say
Mr. like latex
Never go bare
I don't care
Mr. call me like safe sex
Mr. silkk
Or should i say
Mr. i'ma shock the world
If you can't find your old lady
Mr. i got your girl
Mr. versache wear
Mr. i got you there
Mr. infared
Where ever the dot go
Mr. i'm gonna pop you there
Mr., mr., mr. who i be
If you can't call me mr.
Don't call me!
Mr.
Call me what the fuck you want
Mr.
As long as you got mr. in front
See i be quick with them hands
So you can call me
Mr. handy man
My brother
Mr. ice cream
You can call me
Mr. candy man
Mr. money maker
Mr. honey taker
Mr. funeral director
Turn a nigga off
Mr. under taker
Mr. i got em cheap
So you can call me
Mr. wholesale
Mr. its the for sure sale
Got girls from california like oakdale
You might see me here
You might see me there
But i be in like two places
I be mugging
I be smiling
Mr. like two faces
I got a house thats white
And d.c. ain't my resident
It's like i run the whole world
So i don't know why you call
Mr. president
Mr. like cocaine
Mr. key but never dope
Mr. if i had a drugstore be a pharmacist on the block
Mr. dopeman
Mr. like glock hood
If i was army
Mr. tops off
To my block
Mr. black hole
Mr. if you ain't got my money
Mr. shop closed
Bitch i ain't no boy man
I don't play with toys man
Unless you wanna count this ap 9 sitting up in my draws man
Take a pause man
Bitch i'm all man
How you know that shit nigga？
Ask your girl
Last night i was up in them draws man
Mr. like tough that
Mr. like rough neck
Mr. break head boards fool
Mr. like rough sex
Mr. like 2 for 20
Mr. like st. ides downer
If your sac ain't fat fool
Mr. i'm gonna straight up clown ya
Mr. lexus
Mr. diamond ring and necklace
Mr. hoopties and wreckless
Mr. like bone
Bigger than texas
Never no mr. peace keeper
Move like the mr. grimreaper
When i come looking for you
Mr. heat seeker
And when i find you
Mr. street sweeper
What？
And when you see me
You best not be tripping
You bet it be silkk
Or you best call me like mr.
Mr., mr., mr. ha ha ha (repeat until fade)
15.Murder
Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit？
(y'all niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
Y'all niggaz bout it？ nigga be a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2x)： murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause i don't give a fuck
Well, it's time to ride, slide
Them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt, i'm a go in they house
And if they home, i'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah i check the house
Cause i ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, i ain't gon be satisfied til i see blood,
nigga
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug
dealers
You think i'm a let this shit slide cause i done got fame
Fuck the name, i can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you nigga
You gon have a closed casket and i'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See i was locked up for a second, but now i'm home now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the
limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2x)
Mr. wicked, i be comin hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. fuckin do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, west coast ruler
3rd ward villian, i'm in the killin
They ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they
thinkin？
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black owned
But still got more money than al capone
Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala
But if they shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from here to the middle east
And call me mr. paul
Cause i be smokin muthafuckas like steven seagal
Mr. killa, the ghetto kadofy
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
Chorus (2x)
Niggaz, they want to start some stack
But if they stack then let it be started
And at your funeral, i want to here em say dearly departed
Because i got it on my mind and on my mind i got's it
When i pop ya with this heart rock
Make your heart stop cause i'm bout it
Jack you like a new jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, i ride
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
And then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
You wants to fuck with this tru click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like michael jackson
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
Chorus (2x)
Ha ha. now y'all know. we run the muthafuckin streets.
No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
To the east coast (to the west coast)
To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas
(houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to
Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina)
fuckin
Baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette
(georgia,
Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana)
real
Niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up)
everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin
187
(a 187)
Cause every nigga i know is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
Cause the sreets is real. believe that.
16.My Car
17.No Limit Party
That 3rd ward. time to start this fight, you fuckin right
Bitch, get off me, buckle up nigga!
Chorus：
Who run this bitch, we run this bitch
That bout it shit, we started this shit
Cause ain't no party like a no limit party
I'm a no limit soldier for life
So fuck ya'll bitches (fuck y'all niggaz)
Fuck ya'll bitches (fuck y'all niggaz)
Cause all hoes suck dick
(all niggaz lick lips)
Nigga, i bet you gotta bitch on the side
But i gotta 9 on mine and it's about that time
That i spit the game like it's supposed to be spat
Cause niggaz ain't worth shit except for lickin cat
And fixin flats, after i done stuck yo shit
Cause i'm the wrong ghetto bitch to be fuckin with
The roughest bitch, you wouldn't wanna bust them, bitch
If i'm the same ho that had your mama huffin, bitch
And puffin, bitch, and yes i'm known to suck some quick
Cause i done told you once before the ladies run this shit
We run this shit, ever since the last true lick
And yet ya punks still screamin all hoes suck dick
But fuck that shit, cause niggaz love to suck them lips
And lick that clit, and pay yo bitch to lay yo bitch
To say they hit, ho stuntin ass tricks
Uh uh, sweatin tired sayin they quit
Is that it？
Now ain't that fake
No stars for your chest, i coulda had a v8
Mia x is known to take a nigga for his keys and gs
Government and cum and then they extra fun
Cause all niggaz buy pussy, cry for pussy, lie for pussy
Live for pussy, steal for pussy
Rap for pussy, kill for pussy
Even though they try to stunt
They leave they folks stuck out behind a fat, hairy cunt
Up front, when a nigga start to trip
Ha ha, laugh dead in they face cause they just talkin shit
(do the ladies run this muthafucka, hell, yeah)
Do the niggaz run this muthafucka, hell, yeah
Chorus
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
Buckle up, nigga, here it go, nigga
I'm so gangstafied, stay high till i die
Smoke for free, i reply not with me
Cause i get cheese,
Nothin comes free but this dick and gum
I be fresh up outta gum, cause i be to my last one
Ya'll niggaz got the game backwards,
Buyin dinner then fuck
I fucks first, and say fuck dinner
Then i hits and cut
Because if you want to get paid, be a hooker
See this ho, run and borrowin nothin
But dope, money, and pussy
Now niggaz sell dope to make money to spend on hoes
But i, fucks hoes, and make them hoes buy my clothes
？？？ from head to toe, converse on my feet
You call me young spanish flyer
I took them hoes in heat
Now i'm a peep this game, as i see the game unfold
Now hoes be tryin to get for the money
The whole truck load, but fuck hoes
Then i duck, cut, hit em then i slit em
I spit game to em, and then i bet you i'ma get em
I fucks one hoe two hoe three hoe four
And if i get some condoms, i'ma fuck some more
Now if you know silkk, you know that i be plottin
Your girlfriend, she be down
I catch her on the rebound like i was robbin her
Chorus
So fuck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
Fuck ya'll hoes (suck these holes)
Ain't no party like a no limit party
I'm a no limit soldier for life
So buckle up, nigga, guard your grill, nigga
Bitch you bout, bout what, suckin dick？
I ain't gon tell ya partnas that you did me and my homey in
You bitches is crazy, tryin to have my baby
Sniffin on my riches, ho, suck some daisies
I'm spreadin rumors on you hoes like i'm in social clubs
What about me, you, yo sista in my bathtub
You lookin fine in yo dkny
Versace on yo eyes, ？？？ bags on yo side
Yo bitch don't get rolled, and yo earrings hang side to side
Yo rent no lexus, damn, let's go take a ride
Cause if you was a part on a car you'd be a fender
Cause underneath all that expensive shit bitch you a pretender
If suckin dick was a crime, you'd get 25 to life
Oh , miss thang, i ain't mad at you for bein with somebody else
Why, see i'm from the south, i keep hoes in the chicken coop
I got bitches lined up in they birthday suit
You want me to cum in your pussy, i'm a cum in your throat
And if the rubber pop, then swallow ho
Cause all hoes suck dick
I ain't too $hort, but fuck you, bitch
Chorus
So fuck you hoes (fuck them niggaz)
Fuck you hoes (fuck them niggaz)
Shake that ass, ho (trick that cash, ho)
Bounce that azz, bitch (break me off, bitch)
Chorus
So ride the dick, ho (grow a dick, bitch)
I say ride this dick, ho (eat this clit, bitch)
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from, where ya from
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from？
Get em up, get em up, get em up
Get em up, get em up, get em up,
Get em up, boot it up, boot it up
Where ya from, where ya from, where ya from？
When i say bitch, you say get off me
Do the niggaz run this muthafucka？
Hell, yeah
(do the ladies run this muthafucka？)
(hell, yeah)
Muthafuckin no limit party, nigga (ungh!) nigga
18.The Shocker
Wassup, wassup？
Straight up muthafuckin' gangsta (muthafuckin' gangsta)
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Bitch im'a killa for reala
That's no joke
Slide nigga either fast or slow
I gotsta pop
Nigga don't stop
Cuz one of us gotsta go
Muthafuckas be trippin'
I'm from these streets where the mission is to die
Preparin' like i was to die
Down south, west coast niggas two sides
You bitches be tryna' fade me
But ain't nothin' promised
Yah can't play me
You best be quick for talkin' that shit
That im'a gets that 380
I'm all up in yo' grill
Time tah chill
Pay my bills
Gotta stay real
Tru 2 da game
In fact
Niggas gonna lay back, flat
Cuz i ain't the nigga ta fuck with
So you niggas need tah step the fuck off
Before i leave ya'll niggas in a bag
Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
Nigga back up, stacks up
When i blast i'm never gonna miss
Nigga hollow tips in yo' shit
Bitch wassup
Nigga now
Lay the fuck down
What now it's my block
Co' shop down
Nigga top down
Drop now
Nigga what's now
Where's the pop now
Wassup baby gotta play me
Grab the 380
Nigga been shady
Even lately gotta watch his back
Cuz he stacks
Cuz them niggas be trippin' on gats where i'm at
Strapped with a infrared pump
I'm not kris kross but i make em jump
Nigga front and turn
Watch them bustas and they click run
Bitch i'm a killa
For real (the shocker)
That's no joke
Strapped with a fo' fo'
Ain't nothin changed since i done wen't solo (the shocker)
1,2,3 you know silkk a g
I know this dope game like i know my abc's
Bitch i be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a cotex
Nigga cocked like i ain't had no sex
And i be on time like a rolex
You can put me in a room with 10 of the best of 'em
I'd be the man in yo' face
So fuck the rest of them
I'm the best of 'em
Ya bitch be trippin' but ya'll nigga don't scare
Yo man silkk these niggas ain't ready yet
I know
That's why i'm giving them a chance
So they can prepare themselves
I be the man
Ya'll niggas be trippin'
And ya'll niggas be frontin' black
You think this the shit my nigga
Ya'll niggas ain't here nuttin' yet
Cuz look deep into the eyes of a niggas stuff
I gives a fuck
Why i outta!
Fuck you up!
Nigga be hatin'
So proud that they dont wanna fuckin' fight
Cuz i done fucked his woman
And now all her girls have been fuckin' light
What's yo' name homie？ (silkk)
What you came here to do？ (shock the world)
It's time to flip a script
And turn a half into a million
And turn a hoe
Into a zillion
My game be tight like the bulls
And after my shows there ain't no limit to the hoes i can pull
Girls be sweatin' me like im'a bandana
My lyrics so gangsta the police keep them on the radar scanner
But i be tight like the titanic
While ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
We on our way to the grammys
3rd ward brothers that came up
Keep my name out yo' mouth
Like messy marvin i'm gonna wipe you up
And yo' game better be tight
Cuz ain't no luv where i'm from from morning to night
Fools be bout it they be rowdy
Still puttin' money in the bank like uncle sam
And taxin' fools, dead
All ya'll suckas on the block are tryna stop me
Can't fade me
And me and silkk be livin' large
Sippin' on mo wet but strapped with the plastic toys
Down south we be hustlin'
Settin' the line behind bustas that we ain't trustin
Ya'll better wake up and smell the aroma
Cuz we doin this from down south to california
The shocker, haha
Ain't nothin' change with no limit
Straight up ice cream
We got some mo ice cream fo' ya'll
19.Why My Homie
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