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Master P

Percy Robert Miller Sr. (born April 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Master P or his business name P. Miller, is an American former rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, and producer. He is the founder of the popular label No Limit Records, which went bankrupt and was relaunched as New No Limit Records through Koch Records. followed by Guttar Music Entertainment, Take A Stand Records and No Limit Forever Records. He is the founder and CEO of P. Miller Enterprises, an entertainment and financial conglomerate and Better Black Television. more »


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Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends 
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend 
And won't hesitate to use my sawed off 
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off 
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga 
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger 
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks 
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac 
I'm kickin' it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O. 
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro 
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary 
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary 
Night time falls the motherfuckin' streets ain't safe 
At the fuckin' club the jackers run the place 
But I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson 
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances 
'Cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it 
A nigga ain't' shit without his pockets 
So watch yo back when a nigga like see doin' bad 
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass 
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow 
They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tomorrow 
So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta 
Dat's how it is with dis down south hustler 

Hustlin' 'cause I gots nowhere to go, 
Hustlin' slangin heroin and yayo, 
Hustlin' gots to make myself some mail, 
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends 

Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin' ends 
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some fuckin' dividends 
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P 
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali 
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre 
But I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way 
Dey say dis click has No motherfuckin' Limits 
F*ck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach 
Deep down south a nigga strugglin' tryin to survive 
If you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride 
Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin' crips 
But if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip 
Skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O. 
Deep down south motherfuckin' yeah you know how it goes 
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a f*ck 
Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin' 
Ain't hard to see where I'm commin' from 
'Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done 
Commin' up in dem streets ain't no easy task 
Only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past 
Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game 
For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name 
So peace to the real niggas and f*ck all dem bustas 
And dis goes out to them motherfuckin' niggas dats down south hustlin' 


Tryin' to make dem ends strugglin' on the grind 
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time 
But dem laws couldn't mace me 
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's to chase P 
Where should I go where should I go 
I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store 
Changed my t-shirt fled out the back door 
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope 
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at 
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat 
Where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll 
Don't' give a f*ck about you or ya life bro 
And the game get deep down south 
Cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth 
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah 
Gettin' paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay 
Yo G man it's everyday 
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas 
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags 
But we don't' flip flop 
We like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block 
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta) 
F*ck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler 


Hustlin' because I gots nowhere to go 
Hustlin' I gots to support me and my hoe 
Hustlin' check out dis down south damn flow 
Hustlin' commin straight from the N.O.

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