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| Master P Ghetto D Weed and Money f/ Silkk the Shocker Thanks to TrickDeez@aol.com for these lyrics. -Check this out -You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right? (right right) -but you a motherfuckin' TRU g, if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees -Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me? -Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive in this 97 space age hustle (so what you sayin'?) (Chorus) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money (repeat 8x) (Master P verse 1) I stack greens like cheese Smoke weed with g's Sell cream to fiends And roll with beams Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned Gone worldwide, but true to the underground (P and Silkk) Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what (chorus 8x) (Master P verse 2) I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches 96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished 97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT TRU niggaz don't fall off this only the beginning (P and Silkk) Coming up for what, making hella bucks Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us (Master P) Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas (P and Silkk) Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin' Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free (chorus 8x) (Silkk) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts I live for weed to make money Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin' I can't even much count it Silkk the Shocker, or should I say The black Frank Nitty see, Oz's to make g's the mayor gave me and P keys to the city Livin' an American dream 5 karats on my pinky ring Ladies wanna make love to me Niggaz wanna look at me all mean But it's aaight cause you still wonder I don't want your old lady But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs Ghetto millionares to live fashion man 600 we gonna be smashin' man But since I can't spend no bitches So I need some cash and thangs (Chorus) |
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