Smokin Green TRU (Master P)

Skull Dugrey (KL) said pass that muthafucka right here (Craig B) I'm a smoke some of this for all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here (time for us TRU niggaz to get ya'll niggaz high) Smoke

Ghetto Cheese Tru

Intro:(Master P) Ha hah Master P Silkk in this bitch This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood nigga) The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah Hoorah) The fiends be marchin

Last Dance Tru

P) your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance, fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's spill on the wall (Master P) Blood on my

1/2 On A Bag Of Dank Master P

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this

TRU The Begining Tru

They're baaack (ya know) TRU NIGGA!!

Tru Master Pete Rock

brain in the state of shock, make em drop hits of cocaine I bang with the big boys, those who hold name Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains I swing blades, best bring grenades against a Tru

Run Away Slaves Tru

[Voice in Background] Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo [Master P talking] My ancestor Kunta Kinte said We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat (And they fucked our

Never Tru

Reginelli Master P talking; Oh yeah a wise man once told me never bring a motherfucking knife to a gunfight. Ha bra If you do you might lose your motherfucking life nigga.

The Tank Goes On Tru

full of ghetto bitches, and them knockout kings Me and my nigga Green and Snoop in the coup countin' Look we had a dice game Damn, these niggas want my life man You paranoid C?

TRU Homies (Radio Version) Tru

(Master P Talking) Yo Silkk and C Murder just remember as brothers blood is thicker than water and can't no man women or object infiltrate this family (O'Dell) When my TRU Homies call me

Hot Boys & Girls Master P

[phone ringing] [No Limit studios] -"No Limit studio" [Master P] -"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" [NLS] -"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"

Make Em Say Uhh #2 Master P

"[phone ringing] [No Limit studios]-""No Limit studio"" [Master P]-""Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"" [NLS]-""Nigga, who the fuck is this?""

Tru 2 Da Game Tru

I got that 2 for 3 And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man My little homies posted up some hang, hang, and some slangin

Hoody Hoo Tru

(Master P) Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code) Oh, we got beef?

These Streets Keep Me Rollin' Master P

"[Chorus: x4] [Master P] These streets keep me rollin' Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin' [Master P] You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho's a love you And these niggas

Miller Boyz Tru

featuring Ghetto Commission Silkk talking: Silkk the Shocker nigga C Murder nigga Master P GC nigga Tru what the fuack ya'll wanna do Chorus Halloway We them down south killer boys Ghetto

Swamp Nigga TRU (Master P)

P: Bitch this P world here bitch ain't man except me. I ain't comin for no coffee beans straight up coke and weed bitch Here go the money. You got da coke? Here go da money. You got the coke?

Suppose To Be My Friend TRU (Master P)

featuring Snoop Dogg Charlie Wilson (Master P talking) Check this out boo The only thing that matters is if you happy and I'm happy you know what I'm saying?

Soilder Till I Die TRU (Master P)

like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers bitch Chours: Master

1-900-Master P Master P

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ?

BACK UP OFF ME Master P

you ready for this) Err The Ice Cream Man (Are you ready for this) It's bad like my high (Are you ready for this) ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U We TRU

Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P

Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans And cross the West Coast

Pass Me Da Green Master P

Pass me da green, i need some weed with my hennessy (repeat 8 times) (Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama.

FEDz Tru

featuring Master P Mia X (C Murder) ha ha What they say Mia (Sillk) Drug Dealers (C Murder) Talkin' bout No Limit sellin' dope they got ki's all over tha country CIA Fedz tap our phone harrassin

Bounce Tru

yo baby daddy you can ride in mah caddy i kno you wanna fuck cuz you lookin right at me so bitch get yo mind right i kno down bad lets go to da crib you can bounce dat ass HOE (Chorus) x2 (Master

R.I.P. Kevin Tru

seperated) (chorus 2x) It was a sad day (it was a sad day) When my homie went away ( when my homie went away) It was a sad day (it was a sad day) When Kevin went away (when Kevin went away) ( Master

1-900 Master P Master P f/ Silkk

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that

HOW G'S RIDE Master P

[Master P talking] Ugh Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali You know what I'm saying Richmond California My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool Verse 1 [Master P

Thinkin' Bout U Master P

DickI'm thinkin about you Master PMy enemies hate me money can't make me Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me Give me four or five months and I'm out It must be love momma put up the house And

Lets Get Em Master P

"[Master P/C-Murder] [Chorus] Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [Master P] Uhhhhh Fuck it, let's get em [x4] [C-Murder] I'm a motherfucking soldier Bitch I thought I told ya

Make say ugh Master P

Uh, dis P! P? Yeah, this P! P? Yeah! Well P, lemme hear ya say, "Ungh!" (voice cracking) Ungh! Nigga, this ain't no muthafuckin P! Man, hang the phone up. Make em say,"Ungh!" (Ungh!)

99 Ways to Die Master P

[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in

Time For a 187 Master P

tech I'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my money P

Weed and Money Master P f/ Silkk the Shocker

(Chorus) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money (repeat 8x) (Master P verse 1) I stack greens like cheese Smoke weed with g's Sell cream to fiends And roll with beams

The Ghetto Is A Struggle Tru

The ghetto is a struggle but we've gots to change our lives We've got to change our lives Oh oh The ghetto is a struggle but we've gots to change our lives We've got to change our lives Oh oh Master

Only God Can Judge Me Master P

[Master P] My military mind.. makes me a soldier And I'm the last one left (last one left) Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!}

picture me c murder

[Featuring Magic] Intro Motherfuckers you see a TRU nigga walk on the streets you step on the side and respect that man TRU niggas never die we recreate to survive Picture me a TRU nigga (real

I'm A Gangsta Master P

[Chorus] Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we

Com. 4 Master P

(/Intro) This cowboys gone ride to California They got that green sticky weed when its on ya (Yee-haw) Hit the bay area to holla at the people Forty Whodi done changed his phone and his beepa Now Im tweekin

No Limit Army Tru

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 told ya Verse 1: These converse is for battle and we staight

The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped Master P

"You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet [Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash

Dead Presidents Master P

hahahahaha 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

Freak Hoes Tru

motherfucking kness touch your elbows freak hoes freak hoes bounces your ass and let your knees touch your elbows freak hoes freak hoes bounce your ass and let your knees touch your elbows Verse One: Master

Till We Dead & Gone Master P

Hook - Master P Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga Master P I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But I could stand on the corner Wit killas

Till We Dead And Gone Master P

"[Chorus - Master P] Nigga, nigga, nigga P and Bone nigga Ughhhhhhh And we gone kill ya Till we dead and gone nigga [Master P] I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods

What`s Up With That Master P

((Master P)) Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what Lets show these motherfuckers ((Chorus)) Master P dont take no bullshit What up with that x4 ((Master P)) I anit no

Who Them Boyz Master P

[Intro] [Master P] Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga) [Lil Jon] Yyyeeeaahhh! [Lil Jon] Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P) [Master P] Uuuughhhh!

Somethin for the Street Master P

motherfucking street (Chorus) Something funky for the streets And the niggas and the hoes Verse 2 Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets OG blood in my veins, but they don't know the P

What U Gonna Do C-Murder

Peaches] What chu' gonna do when we come for you Cause ya niggas don't fuck with TRU Now we gotta play it raw my nigga Fuck the law my nigga, it's on my nigga What chu' gonna do when we come for you Cause

Ghetto Ballin Master P

[Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral now Just signed a big deal Party at the spot, come ball wit me And if you aint