Killa Pussy Master P

Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up? Ann: Wuz up? Master P: Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything But its like this here, (what?)

Dope, Pussy and Money Master P

[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big

Just an Everyday Thang Master P

killa killa killa I'll pull your card Just got out of jail beat a murder charge Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap Quick to get the gat and peel your cap Release from the clinic and now

P. Control Prince

With a tale that will soon be classic About a woman U already know No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain Pussy Control CHORUS: Aaah, Pussy Control, oh (Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control

HOW G'S RIDE Master P

[Master P talking] Ugh Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali You know what I'm saying Richmond California My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool Verse 1 [Master P

Safe Sex Master P

I don't play when it comes to my D-I-C-K I don't give a fuck When it comes to a virgin i wear a wet suit anyway Because ya never can tell bitches take baths in glow rocks so they pussy won't smell

Thug Chick Master P

[Master P] I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid

Thug Chick Feat. Halleluyah Master P

Master PI like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer And still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV And Paris Hilton get paid to

Time to Check My Crackhouse Master P

[Chorus x 4] Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man

Bloody Murder Master P

have a buck on him Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away They thought they had me caught but the P

I Ain't Play'n Master P

[Chorus 4X: Master P] Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin [Master P] I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin

Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga to lose his life in this dope game cocaine He told me don't

Low Down & Dirty Master P

up short and get danked the neighborhood hoodlum, jacked your jewls and then shanked the difficult problem giving delivering a meat wagon shake em and gank em and bake em serve em like ass taggin pussy

Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P

, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and

Ghetto D Master P

Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it.

P***ycat Missy Elliott

This is another Missy Elliott exclusive Its all for the love But there is more things that keep a man satisfied And I know the remedy just to cure him from Cheating even if he tried hey Pussy

Pay for P Snoop Dogg

The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy The worlds oldest profession Yah it's still alive No matter what the consequences A trick 'gun still buy it No matter how sick they make

No Said Date Masta Killa

[Intro: Masta Killa] Time to ride.. Yo... yeah.. Lord, when you droppin'?

Swamp Nigga TRU (Master P)

P: Bitch this P world here bitch ain't man except me. I ain't comin for no coffee beans straight up coke and weed bitch Here go the money. You got da coke? Here go da money. You got the coke?

Ride Master P

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bou...

Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P

Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans And cross the West Coast

R.I.P Tupac Master P

I see death around the corner (Master P) Ya thought it was over But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave That's what they're screaming But theese

Time 2 Chill Master P

from Master P, he's straight mack from 1991

Trust Nobody Master P

is the nigga that will fuck you the worst punk ass nigga kinda jocking now you ain't down cause I trust nobody [Chorus/Master P] I trust nobody x2 [Master P] one by one in this century brothers

Them Jeans Master P

cushion I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P.

211 Master P

Hey P man remember that shit last year you was talking bout that bloody murder shit Won't you kick some more of that shit Verse 1 Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks King flashed

I Got That Dank Master P

mobile phone Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag careful don't twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass And 5 0 run up on a nigga G they ain't catching niggas like the fucking piggety P

Act A Fool (Feat. Lil' Jon) Master P

and now them hoes wanna call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 Don't make me act a fool (what!)

1/2 On A Bag Of Dank Master P

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this

Black and White Master P

P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger.

Some Jack Master P

juice Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose On my way to Berkley with this hoochie Non-stop to the motherfucking jacuzzi Didn't have latex so I stopped at 7-Eleven That's when I knew the P

Robbery Master P

Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker and when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot) Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot) nothing but asshole...

Only God Can Judge Me Master P

[Master P] My military mind.. makes me a soldier And I'm the last one left (last one left) Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!}

Bullets Gots No Name Master P

of bullets in this bitch with no name on them you know what I'm saying when you been hit by the bitch you know it was ment for your punk ass my nigga Ski whats up my nigga C whats up my nigga P

Basketball Master P

If you still love this game make some noise They're playing basketball We love that basketball They're playing basketball We love that basketball They're playing basketball We love that basketbal...

War Wounds Master P

[Master P] Every soldier got a story to tell [Fiend] I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens

1-900-Master P Master P

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ?

Ride 4 You Master P

Afficial Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side [Master P] Til death do us part we gon thug to the end See I got

Goodbye to my homies Master P

to my homies Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall Now I'm left with nothing but old cards and a bunch of pictures on the wall R-I-P

Bastard Child Master P

(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and

Let' Em Go Master P

[Master P] This goes out to anybody in the club That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go

That Ain`t Nothing Master P

[that ain't nothing] P Miller on my shirt and pants [that ain't nothing] And my speakers say the same thing [that ain't nothing] (Verse 3: Romeo + Master P) Richie Rich be my nickname [that ain't

Ghetto Ballin Master P

[Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral now Just signed a big deal Party at the spot, come ball wit me And if you aint

Roll How We Roll Master P

[Chorus: Afficial] Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in

No More Tears Master P

said somebody tried to kill P And you know your boy's sellin dope But all you say is watch yo back Cause you don't want to see me go Chorus: (Repeat 2X) Momma I don't wanna see you cry No more

When They Gone Master P

(Master P talking) Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there my little brother Kevin Miller Vanguard, Bernell Jackson

Ice on My Wrist Master P

Master P : 2000 remix ya heard me?

Hot Boys & Girls Master P

[Master P] Uhhhhhh, ha ha Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there,

We All We Got Master P

[Chorus - x2] [Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now

Act A Fool Master P

and now them hoes wanna call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 Don't make me act a fool (what!)