Lyrics:
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
featuring Mac Pheno
Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X)
No Limit is the army and we the soilders
It's an uptown thing boy I thought I
fucking
fatal intentions breaking niggaz jaws and facial tendons
ballistic verbal and controversial like racial lengents
scandalous traders get erased by
and the bullets so hot they can rip you apart
It's ocean full of pain and I swim with sharks
Bitch I think my karma is beautiful
I think I'm good for myself
I know
who in the hell is this big Willy?
We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly
My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names
The first
who in the hell is this big Willy?
We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly
My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names
The first
ya 12
Watch ya lips or watch from hell
All I got is me and myself in these streets
Me and myself in these streets
In the streets by myself and I’m
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
Racing through the city with the devil by my side
Make another fucking hit cuz I'm boutta fucking die
South Side Born where the shoes come worn
please kid, your good will is mine
You will shine, hold your line, this is your life to define
Timmy on the run, soon he'll be gone
Running in the hot
where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two-story,
anymore
I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more
You gonna see red everywhere
Like a steak when it's raw
Fuck around and call me M.A
still learnin
First I'mma journey through hell, without burnin
Livin in the ghetto, the Devil is now a black man
I saw him standin in the corner wit
about you're off today is Saturday
Stuck in a cell scared as hell
I'm a hungry kind of tired and I hate this awful smell
Maybe one day I'll get
about you're off today is Saturday
Stuck in a cell scared as hell
I'm a hungry kind of tired and I hate this awful smell
Maybe one day I'll get
I ain't got no type
I just got certain things I like
I don't do one nights
Everyday she come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push
a state of coma boredom
Shouting from their roof tops it's hot like hell, just not like hell
The ground has cracked, that one's the real one
One by one
I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
I bring you lattes in the morning
When your mind foggy and you’re yawning
Cruise on the highway, the tank roaring
Sit by the fireplace and get cozy
I
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