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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 »


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that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot 

well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game 

Richmond  California where us youngstas slang that cocaine 

and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up 

to tens  twenties  fifties  and hundreds to make our profits bro 

roll through the town talking shit  get your wig split 

especially when f*cking with another niggas divendends 

I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson, 

Grant, Ben Franklins 

find your ass in the trunk with your motherf*ck corpse stankin, haha 

the ghetto's trying to kill me 

and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me 

come take a ride in my 6-4 

I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row 

you got niggas packin heat 

and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet 

and the game get thicker 

when you think its all good 

down bows another nigga 

to the grave 6 feet deep 

I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G 

but I've seen a lot of niggas die 

Richmond, California the town of the homicide 

got me caught up in a shuffle 

sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle 

I'm too deep to quit 

cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits 

dead presidents 

still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents 

dead presidents 

still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents 

blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted 

khakis wear up creased motherf*ckin shirt half way open 

and on my stomach spells T-are-you 

that's my click motherf*cker, in other words that's my crew 

that jumped out this game of crack 

to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map 

and we ain't takin no shorts 

independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll 

gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank 

distribute it to the world like some motherf*cking dank 

but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin 

mother f*cker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga 

you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack 

I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22 

I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece 

and them blue signs is thicker 

cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker 

wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go 

when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row 

committin homicides and drive-bys 

livin with ????? 

but still slanging that f*ckin pie 

and got more bitches than you 

so what the f*ck you runnin on my set 

talking that hoe shit fool 

and No Limit only means the beginning 

cause when the other niggas is fading 

we just beginning 

got more juice than ojay 

got more four than fourplay 

got more game than M.J. 

and like Cube say today will be a good day 

25 G's for a key 

hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street 

straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda 

ain't no motherf*ckin soda, cook it up like grenola 

and we bout to chop the top off 

this motherf*ckin fire bird, ??????? 

oh, and them hoes is the side show 

and bustas gettin beat down 

niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned 

and we sicker than sickery 

tricker than trickery 

catch you slippin bitch than you history 

cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me 

I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P 

and the game get deep 

how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green 

you gotta watch your ass 

and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast 

and watch close to your enemy 

cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G 

and the game gets sad 

6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass 

trying to get that cash, trying to move fast 

but don't tell a nigga where your stash 

you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game 

to all my niggas out their in the game 

ya'll know how it go, watch your motherf*cking ass 

stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can 

(chorus plays as P talks) 

yea, I got to say what's up to all my niggas out their in the Rich 

know what I'm sayin 

all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco 

and all them hustlas that's rollin with me 

the TRU click, King George, see-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed 

and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000 

got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit

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