Here We Go [Bonus Track]

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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 »


Year:
1997
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featuring Fiend Mystikal 
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X) 
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS) 
From the south to the west to the mid to the east coast 

Verse One: Master P 
I got heroin and cocaine 
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs 
A thug like Tupac 
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got more corns than fritos 
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds 
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it) 
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton 
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers) 
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber 
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed 
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had 
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B. 
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like Biggie 
Going _Federal_ like E-40 
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt 
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue 
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds 

Chorus 2X 
Verse Two: Mystikal 
Without no business 
its over for you before you get out the door 
what the f*ck they gon tell you for if you don't already know 
huh nigga that's all on you to be on top of yearn 
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn 
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends 
That shit don't mix, this business 
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya 
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape ya 
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient 
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin 
stackin paper off my work 
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts 
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city 
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me 
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missin 
F*ck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business 
No business 

Chorus 2X 
Verse Three: Fiend 
I could end the world with one line 
but I chose to make these hoes suffer 
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker 
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet 
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through 
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats 
Meltin needers off of technique and that's just when I speak 
Seek and you should find that my mind is beyond 
and y'all niggas lines behind the times of my first lines 
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine 
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying) 
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the chase 
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake 
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake 
that's definitely a dumb nigga lure, you want to smoke 
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur 
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this note 
Who want to get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat 
You think you bad but bitch you never had 
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had 

Chorus till fade 
(Master P talking) 
To the motherfuckin south (the south) 
to the west (to the west) 
To the mid (to the mid) 
to the motherfuckin east (to the east) 
To the world (to the motherfuckin world) 
No Limit, here I come whenever we want to 
September 2nd, get the fuckin world high 
bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha, 
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikal 
Uungh!, bout it bout it

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Written by: CRAIG LAWSON, ODELL VICKERS, CRAIG BAZILE, CEDRICK WALKER, MICHAEL J. TYLER

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