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till we dead and gone - master p lyrics

[chorus: master p]
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, p and bone n-gga (ughhhhhhh)
and we gon’ k!ll ya ’til we dead and gone n-gga
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, p and bone n-gga (ughhhhhhh)
and we gon’ k!ll ya ’til we dead and gone n-gga
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, p and bone n-gga (ughhhhhhh)
and we gon’ k!ll ya ’til we dead and gone n-gga
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, p and bone n-gga (ughhhhhhh)
and we gon’ k!ll ya ’til we dead and gone n-gga

[verse 1: master p]
i couldn’t gang bang with crips and bloods
but i could stand on the corner
wit k!llas and drugs they healing
outlaws that reaching for souls
we ghetto n-ggas 600, fearris, and rolls
we couldn’t run from n-ggas cause we bout it bout it
i’m from the set where my n-ggas get rowdy rowdy
we gon hang n-ggas we gon bang n-ggas
we gon slang n-ggas cause we trigger n-ggas
banger got cheese n-gga never fall n-gga
put my name on the wall when i’m gone n-gga
cause i’m a soldier no limit finest
mouth full of gold t–th and diamonds
uhh – uhh hit ’em up n-gga
get ’em get ’em get ’em miss me i’ma split ’em
throw up your something soldier rag if you ain’t with ’em
uhh – uhh or else east 99 will get with ’em

[verse 2: layzie bone]
little lay done traveled around the world caught a few cases
seen so many faces and so many places ace this game
why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
give me my sp-ces show me some love though
just pump your fist in the air and holler “mo”
could you do me that and i’ll hit you back
little nig just don’t know where my thugs at
some at the track on the back chrome gat
some around the corner selling that crack
some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
may they rest in peace my n-gga sleep
n-gga be creep thugging till we all deceased
makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazy-e t-rock got shot
lord bless ’em please bless thier seed
for real we tru to the thugs representing that land
putting it down for the nation of thugs man
so you understand now whats wrong with your game
wounds be getting to shooting f-ck the law
keep packing that steel real real when your riding the feel just chill
and peace will be still n-gga from cleveland to new orleans
across the sea and ocean master p and bone thugs coast to coast
we steadily rolling putting it down

[verse 3: krayzie bone]
n-ggas n-ggas if you with me
don’t be talking about it n-gga come get in the car
reach in the back for the
ak okay lets see if you ready for war
scoping the target
mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
sh-t b-tch hear me ticking i’m bound to blow
n-gga better get on the floor
oh, and hey and then when
you dropping you might as well give me your bank
look in my eyes they so surprised
cause they must have thought i was studio
what do ya know
n-gga jumped out of the video and f-cked you up
aw sh-t here come the police
now tell me what it is you want?
i got the same thing you got so
it all depends on who the sharpest shot lets get it on
boy your funerals after if dead krayzie snaps
cause there be to many bl–dy
bodies bagged up off in the back f-cked up
we wouldn’t of had to resort to violence
but man the n-gga was raised that way
and i’m gon stay that way even if
i die today but what can i say?
i picked a f-cked up game to play
so i gotta get up and move out
face the shoot out so i’ll be on my way

[verse 4: wish bone]
yeah yeah
in the mist of the ghetto when i fly ride by die
n-ggas wanna let go it’s a pain just to maintain
but it’s a shame cause i do the same thing
still from the streets indeed you’ll bleed
when your f-cking with me and b-o-n-e
yeahhh we the mo thug warriors warriors
f-ck them stories that them haters be telling
huh you run up we murder ya stressed out n-ggas on weed
f-ck n-ggas don’t like me and police
i’ma keep it real all the way down till the end
all i wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
make ends anyday can be your last one
thats why a n-gga gotta carry guns
don’t you wanna have some fun
come come bl–dy red red rum

[verse 5: flesh-n-bone]
me telling ya yeah
see me and my n-ggas we down for whatever
yah heard me? no matter the cause
follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
ya’ll get fifth thugs your n-gga thats ready for war
lets battle stepping with cannons come with my handbook
n-ggas with (?) but if you choose you lose them n-ggas will f-cking fool
come and get a abused if you’ve paid your dues
my n-ggas you’ve learned the golden rule
you gotta do what you gotta do
but priceless so many done test don’t try me
(?) n-ggas come to stay tru digging his grave
they dieing they recognize the cles from c-l-e
hooked up with n-ggas from new orleans
my n-ggas at no limit gotta make more cheese
it’s bone and p

[outro: master p]
ha ha p and bone n-gga
yah heard me?
and we gone be here till we dead and gone n-gga
this is dedicated to
every motherf-cking rapper that went before us
yah heard me?

- master p lyrics

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