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

Time 2 Chill Master P

I told her to meet me over there after the concert yaknowhatI'msayin? We gon' cool out for a minute, yeah, we got to do that yaknowhatI'msayin?

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

Somethin for the Street Master P

Verse 1 In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal

Let My 9 Get 'Em Master P

[Master P] Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs [Chorus x3] Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh!

Let My 9 Get Em' Master P

"[Master P] Where they at nigga? (There they is right there) Pass me them thangs [Chorus x3] Lay it down Lay it down hit 'em I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em Uhh!

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!"

Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P

time Brother be pullin jack, I'm in the hood bustin gangsta rhyme And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies Little kids get bout it I mean my hood

War Wounds Master P

Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns [Chorus--Master P x3] Check my war

Crackhouse Blues Adam Green

Someone has come to visit Everybody do the hokey pokey, do the crackhouse blues!

Just an Everyday Thang Master P

Verse 1 (C-Murder) I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues Just got shot got blood on my shoes Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De'ville I'm

Dope, Pussy and Money Master P

[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big

1-900-Master P Master P

my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin' Should I stay, ain't got no time to play Put my ???

Hands of a Dead Man Master P

[Verse-1] As they shackled and chained me for a murder case Out the hood on my way to CYA And from CYA to the Pembrooke If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more But just like a g I remained

Black and White Master P

[Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world

Ghetto Life Master P

In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills I'm ready to ride, ready to roll Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin That I'm

Bloody Murder Master P

gonna be a bloody murder Chorus: Its gonna be a bloody murder, And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2] Verse Two: Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it Dope fiend got his high

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

Welcome to My City Master P

"Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south [Chorus: x2] Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the

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

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

Back On Top Master P

Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH Check them haters out x6 What? What? What? What?

Never Ending Game Master P

Check this out playas All y'all gangster niggas Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game) I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game) Something that'll never end

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

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

Psycho Rhymes Master P

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man.

Robbery Master P

bitch's son Tryin to blend in with the ghetto children my hideout is a fucked up abandoned building I'm high as fuck but still I sport a beanie to hide my face cause I'm killin any bitch that see

BACK UP OFF ME Master P

, T-R-U We TRU, ugh, ugh Time to go to war, ugh [Master P] I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you

Anything Goes Master P

Oh yeah this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas taken out the game And to my brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace fool Verse 1 Growing up in the Calliope, New Orleans to be exact g I had

1-900 Master P Master P f/ Silkk

my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin' Should I stay, ain't got no time to play Put my ???

Goodbye to my homies Master P

How do I say 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

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

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?

Eternity Master P

grave but the pen kept my mind right a young motherfucker doomed since day one shit I'm a fool I'm a ball 'til my time come a G to me is like a mil' on the streets I'm a kill just to eat and leave

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

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

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

Ghetto D Master P

rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

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

Intro Dead P

uh yeah check it check it check it yeah come on It's the Dead'p the master in mc's field yo know what I'm sayin?

Black & White Master P

And they tell us to be proud to be black And at the same time, Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, it's a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto, full of drugs

Act A Fool (Feat. Lil. Jon) Master P

"[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

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

Act A Fool (Feat. Lil' Jon) Master P

[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

Act A Fool Master P

[Intro] Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me

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

When They Gone Master P

he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone oh my god my brothers gone and I don't even fucking think I can go on Cause it hurts to lose someone you love to this madness of children's murdered

Playa Haterz Master P

1 (JT the Bigga Figga) Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential Players in the game without no shame to fault me Realize that they

Bullets Gots No Name Master P

nigga C whats up my nigga P whats up I'm read to tear shit up coming straight from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel

Ice on My Wrist Master P

Master P : 2000 remix ya heard me?