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Yeah nigg*
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfker
Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigg*, get em high nigg*)
Shorties with game (No Limit )
Come out and feel the world, this time nigg* (gon' ride nigg*, get em high)
Chorus: Master P
Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigg*
Let's ride nigg*, let's ride nigg*
Weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigg*
Let's ride nigg*, let's ride nigg*
Master P
Holla P! That mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young gettin rich with plats
How many, thug still bustin the shot
How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change
How many, young still down in the game
I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends
I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I live the life of a young nigg* wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when I walk the halls
I got 3rd Ward throwin up the sign
My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I live the life of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about all that s**t, uh-huh
(get em high nigg*, let's ride nigg*)
I smoke weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
All this bulls**t I'm goin through
C-Murder
I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs
Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure
You leave your s**t wide open, No Limit gon' test ya
We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks
Ain't no punks in my click, b*tch as* be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit
And healthy shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once
So nigg* let's get high, off these Hennesey and blunts
Chorus
Silkk the Shocker
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools
I know a million down to ride and still don't break the rules
I'm always on like fkin lights respect might check you like some nights
Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfkin name, RIGHT!
nigg* game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike
Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE
Now watch a million follow me, like I was a fkin idol
They're like vital signs of a line of deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate
See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers
Couple partners couple cousins, other I really can't trust
Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigg* do, or fkin die
Block to block coast to coast nigg* from killers to drug DEALERS
Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug
T.S. washin on fake , a b*tch no fkin LOVE
When I grab for snap automatics come off
like dancers drawers in strip clubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfkin pain
I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of s**t to the game
But fake gonna drop, real stay on top
Til my homey, came up dead
He said one of my workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials
I plug shots in the motherfker, you don't wanna die
Chorus w/ variations
Master P
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My little brother C-Murder in this b*tch (No Limit)
Master P (Soldiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)
And to them motherfkin fake
We gonna feed em hollow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Limit
Ain't no motherfkin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)
TRU for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigg*