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Lyrics for Weed And Hennesey by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Weed And Hennesey | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 229 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring C Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Yeah nigga
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey
get em high together motherfucker
Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (No Limit niggaz)
Come out and feel the world this time nigga
(gon' ride nigga get em
high)
Chorus: Master P
Give em weed and Hennesey
and let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga let's ride nigga
Weed and Hennesey, and
let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
[Master P]
Holla P! That
mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young niggaz
gettin rich with plats
How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot
How many killers
comin up makin scrilla with change
How many, young niggaz still down in the game
I
couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends
I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my
friends
I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when I
walk the halls
I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My little cousin Jimmy home
on, eighteen to die
I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I live the life of a
rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat
I
got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about all that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)
I smoke
weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
All this bullshit I'm goin
through
[C-Murder]
I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs
Leave
em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my
mind's under pressure
You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggaz gon' test ya
We
ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks
Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz
be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit
And healthy niggaz
shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once
So nigga
let's get high, off these Hennesey and blunts
Chorus
[Silkk the Shocker]
It
get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools
I know a million niggaz down
to ride and still don't break the rules
I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check
you like some
nights
Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name,
RIGHT!
Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike
Disrespect I hits
you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE
Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like
I was a fuckin idol
They're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relate
See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers
Couple partners
couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trust
Weed it helps me get high, times for that,
vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Block to block
coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS
Affiliate my name with all the real
killers and thug NIGGAZ
T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin LOVE
When I
grab for snap automatics come off
like dancers drawers in strip clubs
Ain't no
thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit
to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top
Til my homey, came
up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some
bunch of riders showin trials
I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die
Chorus w/ variations
[Master P]
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen
ninety-eight
Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My
little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)
Master P (Soldiers)
Huh, we gonna
feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em hollow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Limit
Ain't no
motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)
TRU niggaz for life ya heard me? (but
nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigga | | | |
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