Founds total 12 songs
I'm Real, What Are You?
Big City Terrorizer, say it, say it now.. . Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm speaking to all the ppl out there.. There comes a time to where, you have to know, who you are,.
Trip To London
(feat. Kage). . (Fiend). He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running. I wish he would have came with me to London. I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle.
Slangin'
[master p]. Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.. But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.. You gon mix this shit up with bun b and pimp c..
Live Me Long
[fiend]. All I follow is the jones as I reminisce. Reminisce take chance as I remember this. I was fifteen, anti fiend. Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream.
Mr.
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS. . "MR.". . (Master P). Mother fucking M - R - period. MR. Master P. MR. No Limit Records. Cause we selling shit out the walls.
Whacha Want, Whacha Need
Camera rolling. Shouldn't a did that. Me and Busta Rhymes. Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga. Ha ha ha ha hahahaha. . Bitch I'm on a mission. Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga.
We Don't Love 'em
Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it's all about them hoes. I know my nigga, Wop don't love them hoes. My nigga KL, he ain't loving them hoes. My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes.
The Game
What nigga drop that shit. Soldier, say k-l. These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet. I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein.
Meet Me At The Hotel
[in the background]. Uhmmmmmmmm. I hope your all 'bout it, don't be playin' no games. Nigga tryin' to do something, for real. . [chorus]. You can meet me at the hotel s.a.p..
Dreams
Fuck, sometimes I just wish I could sleep it off. 'Cause I dream about things that I know that I can't have. Things I know will never happen. Like a safe environment, money, happiness, success.
Uh Oh
[master p]. Big ed, fiend, mystikal.. You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.. And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.. . It's a 211, don't make it a 187.
Make Some Room
(big ed). Chorus. Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up. No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2. . (big ed). Ha, ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, it's time for war (attention).
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