Weed & Hennesey Lyrics - Master P

Yeah nigga 

We gonna feed em weed and hennesey, get em high together motherfucker 

Silkk the shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga) 

Shorties with game (no limit niggaz) 

Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high) 

Chorus: master p 

Give em weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga 

Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga 

Weed, and hennesey, and let's ride nigga 

Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga 

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[master p] 

Holla p! that mean fortune and fame 

Scream, no limit still tru 2 da game 

A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats 

How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot 

How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change 

How many, young niggaz 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 nigga wantin to ball 

I said, mama pray when I walk the halls 

I got 3rd ward niggaz 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 

Photos 

I smoke weed, and hennesey, uh-huh 

To forget about all that shit, uh-huh 

(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga) 

I smoke weed, and hennesey 

Just to make it through the days man 

All this bullshit 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 shit wide open, no limit niggaz gon' test ya 

We ride deep but tru dat, hitin hard like bricks 

Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick 

My tru g's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit 

And healthy niggaz shout for God hearin 

A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once 

So nigga 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 niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules 

I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights 

Always precise, silkk the shocker, get my motherfuckin name, right! 

Nigga 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 niggaz follow me, like I was a fuckin idol 

They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz 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 niggaz I really can't trust 

Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride 

We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die 

Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug dealers 

Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug niggaz 

T.s. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin love 

When I grab for snap automatics come off 

Like dancers drawers in strip clubs 

Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain 

I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game 

But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top 

Til my homey, came up dead 

He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds 

It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials 

I plug shots in the motherfucker, 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 bitch (no limit) 

Master p (soldiers) 

Huh, we gonna feed em weed and hennesey (I thought I told ya) 

And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz 

We gonna feed em hollow tips 

Can't fade us, can't beat us, no limit 

Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright) 

Tru niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the year) 

Ha-hah 

Nineteen ninety-eight nigga