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Song title: Master P - Still Ballin'

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{chorus 2x - krazy}
We some no limit soldiers
(we still ballin so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin you cant stop the tank)
You see no limit is an army

{master p}
Nigga what what bitches callin my name
Homies hut hut no limit still in the game
See Im a money making nigga like bill gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I dont give a fuck about you hatin Im chasin fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the south I started that
It wasnt cool to be country til I brought it back
Now yall boys know yall cant mess with me
Cause no limit is a part of history

Chorus 2x

{krazy}
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin wit me, my niggaz ? ? ?
Fuckin wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and Im gone
Dressed in all back bitch Im bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin off in the dark like strangers
I dont give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ? ? ?
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You aint ready

{slay sean}
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a p.o. I aint got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it thats how no limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin the talk knowin he aint walkin the walk
Fuckin with him is like me fuckin with pork
Im holdin the fort for every person reppin new york
Niggas front on no limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought theyll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart

Chorus 4x