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Time For a 187 `Master P`

-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up -Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream

Uh Oh `Big Ed`

[Featuring Fiend, Mystikal] [Master P] Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal. You all get in, get the motherfuckin money. And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.

187 `Dr. DRE`

Death Row come to show you all the game at, And show you how my label got the name that So many wanna see me, and time is money, But never in the P-E-N, yo. Welcome back to Viet Nam, California.

Shut It Down `Master P`

to hate I'm popping bottles in the club cause I'm hard as a 8 Suckers try to mean mug but they ain't busting a grape Get my money from the block flipping quarters and eighths I'm a No Limit Soldier

Last Dance `Tru`

on the run if you talk that shit i'm going to have to get my damn gun cause I can't take no chances either me or you going to die i guess that will be your last dance Chorus (Master P) your 187

187 `juvenile`

I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.

Time 2 Chill `Master P`

and cool out for a minute yaknowhatI'msayin?

Bullets Gots No Name `Master P`

hahahaha we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them you know what I'm saying when you been hit by the bitch you know it was ment for your punk ass my nigga Ski whats up my

Somethin for the Street `Master P`

clean And just like 7 Up Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up And now its time for the testing of the dope Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke Now its off to the

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? `Master P`

Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke This for all my dead homies My last time ridin up in

Eternity `Master P`

"This is an invitation for all my thug niggas to come join me on a journey to the ever lasting ship of eternal life a place where there's no violence no pain no crime no prisons no ghettos nothing

Goodbye to my homies `Master P`

goodbye to what we had The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Ya'll need to smile for

I`m Going Big Time `Master P`

[Interviewer] Master P now that you have made it big time what doy ou have to say to the people who didn't think you could make it [Master P] Same shit I had to say last year "Fuck Em!"

Time to Check My Crackhouse `Master P`

[Chorus x 4] Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man

Ooh Shit `Master P`

[Master P] It was a late friday night and a chill was at the club I was kind typsy from smokin that bud Walked to the bar seen this bitch fine & Tender The b*tch at the counter aske a nigga couldnt

Da Last Don `Master P`

people like me and my reality music you couldn't pay for a meal I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around tapping my phone and over taxing my money you know what a hustler is its a pig

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

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

Mama Raised Me `Master P`

"Chorus:Master P Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X) Verse 1:Master P I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit'

187 Street `GUMX (검엑스)`

Go for it! Don't turn around! Go for it! Make a cool sound! Go for it! Don't turn around! Go for it! Make this our ground! Go for it! Don't turn around! Go for it! Make a cool sound! Go for it!

Curtis 187 `50 Cent`

They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin

Oh Na Nae `Master P`

Yo como aqui, tambien el dineros Yo quiero la pesos Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X) * I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money 'fore I play (dineros) I say ooooh nah nae I got to get the money

I Don`t `Master P`

Yo, this for all them niggas and bitches that thought it was over for No Limit And now y'all wan' holla cause y'all know it's back on and poppin' This what I got to tell y'all (UUUNNNGGHHH!)

More 2 Life `Master P`

"[Chorus (4x):] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P:] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest

Ghetto D `Master P`

Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it.

The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! `Master P`

(Master P) I don't know where I'm going to but selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night And

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

Trust Nobody `Master P`

to gank me for my ducket I tried to put you down with the SKI & CMT you said fuck it only came around when things was kinda cool but did you really think I'd go out like a fucking fool oh hell no,

Getaway Clean `Master P`

[Police Call] 211, 211 we are looking for Master P The suspect is armed and dangerous, repeat armed and dangerous [Master P] I'm gone had to lose the alarm, ducking the Dodge and movin the fuckers

When They Gone `Master P`

ride in the black ride Verse 2 Just another homicide, for that west county times fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga