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Master P

Percy Robert Miller Sr. (born April 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Master P or his business name P. Miller, is an American former rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, and producer. He is the founder of the popular label No Limit Records, which went bankrupt and was relaunched as New No Limit Records through Koch Records. followed by Guttar Music Entertainment, Take A Stand Records and No Limit Forever Records. He is the founder and CEO of P. Miller Enterprises, an entertainment and financial conglomerate and Better Black Television. more »

Year:

1997

4:16

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featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg  Master P 

(Intro [Snoop]) 
No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!) 
DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha  ha!) 
Look here  you got three crazy muthafuckas 
in the same place at the same time. 
(Yeah  Master P.) 
You know this shit gon be off the hook. 
(It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.) 
For my bitches down south. 
Southern hospitality. 
(Representin  ya heard me!) 

[Snoop] 
From the cold  hard streets of the LBC 
To a duet with Mystikal and Master P 
Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees 
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies 
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front 
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped 
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold 
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe 
Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write 
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight 
No Limit ain't no gimmick 
It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe 
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back 
Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at 
You make em say Ughhhhhhh! 
I make em say beeyatch 
Together we can flip the script and get grip 
You got the crack, I got the bud sack 
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap 
Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that 
You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch! 

Chorus: X 2 
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit 
Gangsta shit! 
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit 
Gangsta shit! 
Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shit 
Gangsta shit! 

[Mystikal] 
Got this fuckin party poppin 
You cappin and army braggin 
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit 
"Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin 
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day 
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay 
Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain't want to heard what I say 
Damn leather dog bombin 
Done made a mistake 
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good 
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood 
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom 
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through ya 
I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle ya 
My really don't give a f*ck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable 
I got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit 
I'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths 
Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos 
But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds 

Chorus 

[Master P] 
be	-O-you-T we bout it 
Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy 
And where you from is how you come 
Where you be or you're at 
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from 
Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the 
penitentiary 
Tryin to, survive on these streets 
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat 
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train 
Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay 
I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four 
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo 
Bring the stylins of your talk 
I mean real gangstas don't talk 
Free your mind and refugee 
Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be 

Chorus till fade

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