Master P - Till We Dead & Gone Lyrics
[chorus - master p]Nigga, nigga, niggaP and bone niggaUghhhhhhhAnd we gone kill yaTill we dead and gone nigga[master p]I couldnt gang bangWith crips and bloodsBut I could stand on the cornerWit killas and drugsThey healingOutlaws that reaching for soulsWe ghetto niggas600, fearris, and rollsWe couldnt run from niggas cause we bout it bout itIm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdyWe gon hang niggasWe gon bang niggasWe gon slang niggasCause we trigger niggasBanger got cheese niggaNever fall niggaPut my name on the wall when Im gone niggaCause Im a soldierNo limit finestMouth full of gold teeth and diamondsUhh - uhhHit em up niggaGet em get em get emMiss me ima split emThrow up your something soldier rag if you aint with emUhh - uhhOr else east 99 will get with em[chorus - master p][layzie bone]Little lay done traveled around the worldCaught a few casesSeen so many faces and so many placesAce this gameWhy do you try to erase this on a daily basisGive me my spacesShow me some love thoughJust pump your fist in the air and holler moCould you do me that and Ill hit you backLittle nig just dont know where my thugs atSome at the track on the back chrome gatSome around the corner selling that crackSome of my thugs in the penn dead wrongGot a lot of my thugs in the grave long goneMay they rest in peaceMy nigga sleepNigga be creep thugging till we all deceasedMakaveli, biggie smalls, and eazy-eT-rock got shotLord bless em please bless thier seedFor real we tru to the thugs representing that landPutting it down for the nation of thugs manSo you understandNow whats wrong with your gameWounds be getting to shooting***** the lawKeep packing that steelReal real when your riding the feel just chillAnd peace will be stillNigga from cleveland to new orleansAcross the sea and oceanMaster p and bone thugsCoast to coastWe steadily rolling putting it down[chorus - master p][krayzie bone]Niggas niggas if you with meDont be talking about it nigga come get in the carReach in the back for the akOkayLets see if you ready for warScoping the targetMark it then you pull out your weapon and spark itNine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offsShit***** hear me tickingIm bound to blowNigga better get on the floorOh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bankLook in my eyesThey so surprisedCause they must have thought I was studioWhat do ya knowNigga jumped out of the video and *****ed you upAw shitHere come the policeNow tell me what it is you want?I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shotLets get it onBoy your funerals after if dead krayzie snapsCause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back*****ed upWe wouldnt of had to resort to violenceBut man the nigga was raised that wayAnd Im gon stay that way even if I die todayBut what can I say?I picked a *****ed up game to playSo I gotta get up and move outFace the shoot outSo Ill be on my way[chorus - master p][wish bone]Yeah yeahIn the mist of the ghettoWhen I fly ride by dieNiggas wanna let goIts a pain just to maintainBut its a shame cause I do the same thingStill from the streetsIndeed youll bleed when your *****ing with me and b-o-n-eYeahhhWe the mo thug warriors warriors***** them stories that them haters be tellingHuhYou run up we murder yaStressed out niggas on weed***** niggas dont like me and policeIma keep it real all the way down till the endAll I wanna do is smoke weed with my friendsMake endsAnyday can be your last oneThats why a nigga gotta carry gunsDont you wanna have some funCome comeBloody red red rum[flesh-n-bone]Me telling yaYeahSee me and my niggas we down for whateverYah heard me?No matter the causeFollow the paper chase thats straight to the incomeYall get fifth thugsYour nigga thats ready for warLets battleStepping with cannonsCome with my handbookNiggas with (? )But if you choose you loseThem niggas will *****ing foolCome and get a abusedIf youve paid your duesMy niggas youve learned the golden ruleYou gotta do what you gotta doBut pricelessSo many done test dont try me(? )Niggas come to stay truDigging his graveThey dieingThey recognize the cles from c-l-eHooked up with niggas from new orleansMy niggas at no limitGotta make more cheeseIts bone and p[chorus - master p][master p]Ha haP and bone niggaYah heard me?And we gone be here till we dead and gone niggaThis is dedicated to every mother *****ing rapper that went before usYah heard me?
