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MASTER P lyrics : "Till We Dead And Gone"

(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

[Chorus: Master P]


^!$$%, ^!$$%, ^!$$%
P and Bone ^!$$%

Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone ^!$$%


[Master P]


I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner

Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls

We ghetto ^!$$%s
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from ^!$$%s cause we bout it bout it

I'm from the set where my ^!$$%s get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang ^!$$%s
We gon bang ^!$$%s

We gon slang ^!$$%s
Cause we trigger ^!$$%s
Banger got cheese ^!$$%

Never fall ^!$$%
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone ^!$$%
Cause I'm a soldier

No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh

Hit 'em up ^!$$%
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em

Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em


[Chorus: Master P]


[Layzie Bone]

Little Lay done traveled around the world

Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game

Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though

Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at

Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong

Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My ^!$$% sleep

^!$$% be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot

Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man

So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting

$#&@ the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill

And peace will be still
^!$$% from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean

Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down

[Chorus: Master P]


[Krayzie Bone]

^!$$%s ^!$$%s if you with me
Don't be talking about it ^!$$% come get in the car

Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it

Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
%#@!
(*##$ hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
^!$$% better get on the floor

Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
^!$$% jumped out of the video and $#&@ed you up

Aw %#@!
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back

$#&@ed up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the ^!$$% was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a $#&@ed up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out

Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way

[Chorus: Master P]

[Wish Bone]


Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
^!$$%s wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets

Indeed you'll bleed when your $#&@ing with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
$#&@ them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out ^!$$%s on weed

$#&@ ^!$$%s don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a ^!$$% gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum

[Flesh-N-Bone]

Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my ^!$$%s we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your ^!$$% thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
^!$$%s with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them ^!$$%s will $#&@ing fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My ^!$$%s you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
^!$$%s come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with ^!$$%s from New Orleans
My ^!$$%s at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P

[Chorus: Master P]

[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone ^!$$%
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone ^!$$%
This is dedicated to every mother $#&@ing rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?

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