Master P - Still ballin' Lyrics
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- Still ballin' Lyrics
Album: Ghetto Postage {Chorus 2x - Krazy} We some No Limit Soldiers (We still ballin' so fuck what you think You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank) You see No Limit is an army {Master P} Nigga what what bitches callin' my name Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state Lil' Beezy he off the heezy He in the threezy smoking weezy I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name Nigga rap in the South I started that It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me Cause No Limit is a part of history Chorus 2x {Krazy} I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ??? Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home With my chopper I release anger Runnin' off in the dark like strangers I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me I told the same thing ??? Its easy To bust a niggas skull plate Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state You ain't ready {Slay Sean} Out of control ever since I got out the hold Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole My nine it explodes every time its exposed Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch Clothes soiled your body red as your heart Chorus 4x
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