Ghetto Honey Master P

like to ride up and I Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master

Ghetto Love Master P

Dick] Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day

Ghetto Ballin Master P

[Chorus x4] Girls jock me You cant knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!

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.

Ghetto Model Master P

with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you [Hook - 2x] Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her [Master

Ghetto Life Master P

That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto

Ghetto in the Sky Master P

My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

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 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

Ghetto Honeys Master P f/ Mac

[Master P] - {repeat 3X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to

Ride Master P

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bout

Whole Hood Master P

[Chorus: kids] He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand [Master P] I got them thugs in the south, in

Get Your Paper Master P

P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga.

Bastard Child Master P

(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock 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

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!}

I'm Alright Master P

: repeat 2X] You only get one life my nigga And they steady throwin stones but I'm alright my nigga The same way they did Christ my nigga But I ain't mad at 'em, they hurtin and I'm alright my nigga [Master

Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P

yo kid man, stop the music rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this

Ghetto Life Master P f/ UGK

Uhhh, shhhh Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) Through like all the bloodshed And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects) Ain't nothing

Ghetto Prayer Master P f/ Magic

{Master P prays in the background} Our father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth, as it is in heaven {spoken over prayer} Hail Mary (Hail Mary

Whoadie Gone Master P

dog [Chorus with ad-libs] [Verse 2] Same hood that you ride in Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in A couple of dollars get you knocked off They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto

Dear Mr President Master P

[Master P] Dear Mr.

Dear Mr. President Master P

"[Featuring Mac] [Master P] Dear Mr.

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

Thug Chick Master P

[Master P] I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid

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

Thug Chick Feat. Halleluyah Master P

Master PI like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer And still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV And Paris Hilton get paid to

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it Out this fucked up environment Where niggaz die tryin

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'

Goodbye to my homies Master P

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 my ghetto

When They Gone Master P

think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball Only 15, already got a beef and work in the ghetto

Never Ending Game Master P

streets And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one Send him to the moon Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom I mean the ghetto

Hands of a Dead Man Master P

let your nuts hang I put my glock up to a fool don't move g See in 94 suckers catching lugies But ain't nobody tripping on the black man You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang See in the ghetto

Back On Top Master P

Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks It ain't no limit to the dough i got The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot (Chorus) Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs

Ghetto Love Master P f/ Mia X, Mo B. Dick

Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day

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

Eternity Master P

let's ride All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (2X) [C Murder] Nigga back in the days I was afraid of the police just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets my ghetto

R.I.P Tupac Master P

I see death around the corner (Master P) Ya thought it was over But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave That's what they're screaming But theese

Always Look a Man in the Eyes Master P

successful black businessmen but we also mercenary soldiers (Chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master

Souljas Master P

You in the ghetto and you ain't got no hustlin skills GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at Where y'all at I don't know what you've been told I don't know what you've

No More Tears Master P

throat Five kids and you done lost one Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G Cause the ghetto

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

My Ghetto Heroes Master P f/ Skull Duggery

[Master P] Ha Ha Ha Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this (Yeah G) But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents Niggas thats in sports All this type of shit as heroes

Black and White Master P

P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger.

War Wounds Master P

[Master P] Every soldier got a story to tell [Fiend] I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens

I Don`t Master P

The girls be jockin us wodie we all that The Ghetto Bill Gates so you know I got dollas I'm flippin CDs from tape, to 'cane we got power Hit the block big Bentley, rollin with the top ball Niggas jumped

Respect My Game Master P

Most niggas wanna pitch in high I am so gutter so gangster when I spit these rhymes I feel like I just did it big Nigga ten years later I still got these kids Most niggas ain’t keeping it real Ghetto

There They Go Master P

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Where them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up [Drumma

There They Go (Feat. Drumma Boy) Master P

Hook: Master P - repeat 2XWhere them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Drumma BoyI pull

Black & White Master P

you can't send your kids to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides and chalk lines Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes In this ghetto