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Master P Song Lyrics
(feat. C-Murder, Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker) Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH Check them haters out (x6) What? What? What? What? The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank Chorus: No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) Criticism in the party like its H20 In the back of the club sayin bring some more Me and my soldgiers where the party at? Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that? Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks It ain't no limit to the dough i got The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot Chorus: Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their? A couple of pages left but man we got colder 6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me And a million dollars more is like grits to me Chorus: Always willin out but if im not willin You can take a picture of me on the island smilin Love for the haters but they mostly envys More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's Play this game we suppose to win I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um... Chorus: Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped We be like non stop with the one spot on locked You wanna play these games where the MVP's So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH Oh Look, What, Look We from the south where they got golds in they mouth Barbeque's all day right in front of the house We use slit and slang like What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man We play ball all year its that all year No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear We run it phat soldgiers get down like that From the club to the streets we get around like that Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya There's love in the game but some will still rate ya I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype Rip in track check the source while mights Chorus: Where them ballers at shot callers at? Cris style more wet we want all of that Where them ballers at shot callers at? D. D. Rimin We want all of that No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! I said No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! (Chorus til fade) |
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