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Master P lyrics Playaz From the South lyrics [U.G.k] Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin' for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. Click clack goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga whut I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you couldn't cut tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk, Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know [Chorus:] Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight on that white with that candy on them gold D'z [x4] [Master P] Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it} got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha nigga that talkin' shit, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all niggaz gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I'm fuckin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans {New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin' slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens} Don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam. Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin' band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin' Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in. [Chorus] [Silkk] 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight, chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em) WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not, cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but y'all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading) [chorus] [Pimp C] Now do you blame me A sweet for every bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Would it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down, cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga whut up wit choo I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'. I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush, I'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut Ya, tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup [chorus] [Pimp C in background talkin] Other Master P lyrics: Bout Dat lyrics Doo Rags lyrics Bitch I like lyrics I Don't Give Ah What lyrics Souljas lyrics Pockets Gone Stay Fat lyrics Still Ballin' lyrics Soulja Boo lyrics Hush lyrics Roll How We Roll lyrics Always Come Back To You lyrics Only God Can Judge Me lyrics Ghetto Prayer lyrics Step to Dis lyrics Return of Da Don lyrics Say Brah lyrics Boonapalist lyrics Where Do We Go From Here lyrics Ice on My Wrist (Remix) lyrics Stop Playing Wit Me lyrics Ghetto in the Sky lyrics Ain't Nothing Changed lyrics Commercial (Young Guns) lyrics Oh Na Nae lyrics Ghetto Honeys lyrics Y'all Don't Want None lyrics Life Ain't Easy lyrics Who Down to Ride lyrics Y'all Don't Know lyrics Nobody Moves lyrics Da Ballers lyrics Crazy Bout Ya lyrics Get Yo Mind Right lyrics Take It Outside lyrics Ghetto Ballin' lyrics Ooohhhwee lyrics Real Love lyrics The Block lyrics A Woman lyrics Back On Top lyrics The Farm lyrics What I'm Bout lyrics I Don't lyrics Rock It lyrics Here We Go lyrics You Know I'm a Hoe lyrics Locked Up lyrics Hit Em Up lyrics No Limit Soldiers II lyrics Basketball lyrics Weed and Hennesey lyrics 6 'n Tha Mornin' lyrics Homies and Thugs (Remix) lyrics Life in the Fast Lane lyrics Meal Ticket lyrics If I Could Change lyrics Itch or Scratch lyrics I Got the Hook Up! lyrics Hook It Up lyrics How to Be a Playa lyrics Homie Ride lyrics Foolish lyrics Pure Uncut lyrics Homies and Thuggs lyrics Playa 4 Life lyrics Live Or Die lyrics Is it You? (Deja Vu) lyrics Made Niggaz lyrics 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) lyrics Let's Ride (Radio Edit) lyrics Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? lyrics Back Against the Wall lyrics With Me Part 2 lyrics R.I.P Tupac lyrics Paper Chasing lyrics Bangin' lyrics After Dollars, No Cents lyrics Trick or Treat Whodi lyrics Scream lyrics Hustlin' lyrics Bounce That Azz lyrics Bourbans And 'Llacs lyrics Come And Get Something lyrics Pass Me Da Green lyrics Gangstas Need Love lyrics After Dollars No Cents lyrics Only Time Will Tell lyrics Goin' Through Some Thangs lyrics Make Em' Say Uhh! lyrics Eyes On Your Enemies lyrics Stop Hatin lyrics Captain Kirk lyrics Weed And Money lyrics Plan B lyrics Tryin To Do Something lyrics Throw Em Up lyrics We Riders lyrics I Miss My Homies lyrics Let's Get Em lyrics Ghetto D lyrics |