Song | Best Hustler |
Artist | Master P |
Album | Ghetto Bill |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller, Robinson | |
[Intro]It's the return of a living legend mayne; | |
I done did it once | |
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne | |
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out | |
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
Never look back[Master P] | |
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
One hit away | |
I'm here for a reason this was meant to be | |
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
I'm the Ghetto | |
Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
Jose Canseco'fore they steal raw cream that | |
I keep up in my | |
Saints coat | |
I put the | |
Cali on the map my nigga | |
And I'll never kiss radio or | |
TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars | |
And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure | |
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya | |
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
I got golds in my mouth and | |
I'm reppin | |
New Orleans | |
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
I had changed my life, | |
I'm tryin to be here for these kids | |
But, most niggaz'll still point the finger | |
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya[Interlude] | |
Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
The Source, the | |
Vibe, XXL, | |
Murder Dog | |
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
I gets paper, y'know? | |
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, | |
IT'S MEI gets my money! | |
Cause I'm a hustler | |
But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til | |
I'm done with this - you feel me? | |
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?[Master P] | |
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em | |
You can't come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
Scarface and | |
Jake, put this out on the map, | |
I got a piece now | |
Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
And y'all niggaz know how | |
I, love Atlanta | |
But it's mo' to the | |
South what about | |
Florida and | |
AlabamaMississippi, | |
Louisiana, | |
St. Louis - "Country Grammar" | |
Tennessee and | |
Texas, Billy | |
Boys rollin | |
PhantomsOklahoma, | |
Arkansas, | |
Carolina to | |
KentuckyDem | |
Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
Even doe Lil | |
Wayne, and | |
Baby like to stunt | |
They still stayed humble and | |
Cash Money blew up | |
Three 6 got a chance, | |
Young Buck kept it real | |
Now we connected this thing from | |
New Orleans to | |
Ca$hville[Interlude] | |
And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
If it wasn't, labels like | |
Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, | |
No LimitAnd then | |
No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
South soIt's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man | |
It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?[Master P] | |
I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
HerbIf I thank | |
I seen the police | |
I put it to the curb | |
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
My heart poundin, | |
I was chasin the past | |
I seen Martin | |
Luther King and | |
Jesus Christ by the brass | |
I'm so glad | |
Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
Man I'm a | |
No Limit Soldier, | |
I had to get up | |
My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
I had a lil' change | |
Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
But I never thought | |
I'd make it from the hood and go so far | |
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers[Outro] | |
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
I'm not on no industry shit my nigga | |
I had to find me, | |
I had to find who | |
I wanted to be | |
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
I don't see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
But if you can my nigga and you do then that's cool too | |
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
Or never forget where | |
I came from my nigga | |
That's what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
Savin these kids, you know | |
I ain't battle rappin, | |
I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
This me man | |
I ain't tryin to be the best rapper | |
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
I'm 'bout gettin paper | |
I just throw it up to my boy | |
Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
I say we back in this motherfucker | |
You feel me? |
zuo ci : Miller, Robinson | |
Intro It' s the return of a living legend mayne | |
I done did it once | |
And you ain' t never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
You gotta love it, cause it' s real mayne | |
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
Ain' t nothin wrong with makin it out | |
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
Never look back Master P | |
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
One hit away | |
I' m here for a reason this was meant to be | |
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
I' m the Ghetto | |
Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
Jose Canseco' fore they steal raw cream that | |
I keep up in my | |
Saints coat | |
I put the | |
Cali on the map my nigga | |
And I' ll never kiss radio or | |
TV ass, I' ll go back to slangin pillars | |
And most niggaz they' ll bust under pressure | |
Don' t matter how much money you got, police' ll still sweat ya | |
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
I got golds in my mouth and | |
I' m reppin | |
New Orleans | |
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
I had changed my life, | |
I' m tryin to be here for these kids | |
But, most niggaz' ll still point the finger | |
And take yo' kindness for weakness ' til a motherfucker bang ya Interlude | |
Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
The Source, the | |
Vibe, XXL, | |
Murder Dog | |
I' m not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
I gets paper, y' know? | |
When I do a deal it' s not a licensing deal, | |
IT' S MEI gets my money! | |
Cause I' m a hustler | |
But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
Man I ain' t goin nowhere ' til | |
I' m done with this you feel me? | |
And then I' ma sic my son on y' all, ya heard me? Master P | |
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it' s time to expose ' em | |
You can' t come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
Scarface and | |
Jake, put this out on the map, | |
I got a piece now | |
Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
And y' all niggaz know how | |
I, love Atlanta | |
But it' s mo' to the | |
South what about | |
Florida and | |
AlabamaMississippi, | |
Louisiana, | |
St. Louis " Country Grammar" | |
Tennessee and | |
Texas, Billy | |
Boys rollin | |
PhantomsOklahoma, | |
Arkansas, | |
Carolina to | |
KentuckyDem | |
Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
Even doe Lil | |
Wayne, and | |
Baby like to stunt | |
They still stayed humble and | |
Cash Money blew up | |
Three 6 got a chance, | |
Young Buck kept it real | |
Now we connected this thing from | |
New Orleans to | |
Ca hville Interlude | |
And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
If it wasn' t, labels like | |
RapALot, there wouldn' t be no, | |
No LimitAnd then | |
No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
South soIt' s like, this whole " Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
But it was real because it ain' t like battlin on records man | |
It' s about livin it' s about survivin it' s about go and get paper ya feel me? Master P | |
I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
HerbIf I thank | |
I seen the police | |
I put it to the curb | |
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
My heart poundin, | |
I was chasin the past | |
I seen Martin | |
Luther King and | |
Jesus Christ by the brass | |
I' m so glad | |
Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
Man I' m a | |
No Limit Soldier, | |
I had to get up | |
My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
I had a lil' change | |
Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
But I never thought | |
I' d make it from the hood and go so far | |
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
You could survive the game and bounce back but don' t fuck with fakers Outro | |
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
I' m not on no industry shit my nigga | |
I had to find me, | |
I had to find who | |
I wanted to be | |
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
I don' t see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
But if you can my nigga and you do then that' s cool too | |
But I' m not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
Or never forget where | |
I came from my nigga | |
That' s what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
Savin these kids, you know | |
I ain' t battle rappin, | |
I ain' t sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
This me man | |
I ain' t tryin to be the best rapper | |
I' m tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
That' s my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
I' m ' bout gettin paper | |
I just throw it up to my boy | |
Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
I say we back in this motherfucker | |
You feel me? |
zuò cí : Miller, Robinson | |
Intro It' s the return of a living legend mayne | |
I done did it once | |
And you ain' t never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
You gotta love it, cause it' s real mayne | |
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
Ain' t nothin wrong with makin it out | |
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
Never look back Master P | |
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
One hit away | |
I' m here for a reason this was meant to be | |
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
I' m the Ghetto | |
Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
Jose Canseco' fore they steal raw cream that | |
I keep up in my | |
Saints coat | |
I put the | |
Cali on the map my nigga | |
And I' ll never kiss radio or | |
TV ass, I' ll go back to slangin pillars | |
And most niggaz they' ll bust under pressure | |
Don' t matter how much money you got, police' ll still sweat ya | |
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
I got golds in my mouth and | |
I' m reppin | |
New Orleans | |
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
I had changed my life, | |
I' m tryin to be here for these kids | |
But, most niggaz' ll still point the finger | |
And take yo' kindness for weakness ' til a motherfucker bang ya Interlude | |
Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
The Source, the | |
Vibe, XXL, | |
Murder Dog | |
I' m not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
I gets paper, y' know? | |
When I do a deal it' s not a licensing deal, | |
IT' S MEI gets my money! | |
Cause I' m a hustler | |
But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
Man I ain' t goin nowhere ' til | |
I' m done with this you feel me? | |
And then I' ma sic my son on y' all, ya heard me? Master P | |
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it' s time to expose ' em | |
You can' t come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
Scarface and | |
Jake, put this out on the map, | |
I got a piece now | |
Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
And y' all niggaz know how | |
I, love Atlanta | |
But it' s mo' to the | |
South what about | |
Florida and | |
AlabamaMississippi, | |
Louisiana, | |
St. Louis " Country Grammar" | |
Tennessee and | |
Texas, Billy | |
Boys rollin | |
PhantomsOklahoma, | |
Arkansas, | |
Carolina to | |
KentuckyDem | |
Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
Even doe Lil | |
Wayne, and | |
Baby like to stunt | |
They still stayed humble and | |
Cash Money blew up | |
Three 6 got a chance, | |
Young Buck kept it real | |
Now we connected this thing from | |
New Orleans to | |
Ca hville Interlude | |
And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
If it wasn' t, labels like | |
RapALot, there wouldn' t be no, | |
No LimitAnd then | |
No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
South soIt' s like, this whole " Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
But it was real because it ain' t like battlin on records man | |
It' s about livin it' s about survivin it' s about go and get paper ya feel me? Master P | |
I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
HerbIf I thank | |
I seen the police | |
I put it to the curb | |
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
My heart poundin, | |
I was chasin the past | |
I seen Martin | |
Luther King and | |
Jesus Christ by the brass | |
I' m so glad | |
Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
Man I' m a | |
No Limit Soldier, | |
I had to get up | |
My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
I had a lil' change | |
Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
But I never thought | |
I' d make it from the hood and go so far | |
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
You could survive the game and bounce back but don' t fuck with fakers Outro | |
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
I' m not on no industry shit my nigga | |
I had to find me, | |
I had to find who | |
I wanted to be | |
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
I don' t see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
But if you can my nigga and you do then that' s cool too | |
But I' m not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
Or never forget where | |
I came from my nigga | |
That' s what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
Savin these kids, you know | |
I ain' t battle rappin, | |
I ain' t sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
This me man | |
I ain' t tryin to be the best rapper | |
I' m tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
That' s my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
I' m ' bout gettin paper | |
I just throw it up to my boy | |
Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
I say we back in this motherfucker | |
You feel me? |