Master P - Till We Dead And Gone lyrics

[chorus - master p] n***a, n***a, n***a P and bone n***a Ughhhhhhh And we gone k** ya Till we dead and gone n***a [master p] I couldn't gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner Wit k**as and d** They healing Outlaws that reaching for souls We ghetto n***as 600, fearris, and rolls We couldn't run from n***as cause we bout it bout it I'm from the set where my n***as get rowdy rowdy We gon hang n***as We gon bang n***as We gon slang n***as Cause we trigger n***as Banger got cheese n***a Never fall n***a Put my name on the wall when i'm gone n***a Cause i'm a soldier No limit finest Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds Uhh - uhh Hit 'em up n***a 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 n***a sleep n***a 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 f** the law Keep packing that steel Real real when your riding the feel just chill And peace will be still n***a 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] n***as n***as if you with me Don't be talking about it n***a 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 sh** b**h hear me ticking I'm bound to blow n***a 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 n***a jumped out of the video and f**ed you up Aw sh** 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 f**ed up We wouldn't of had to resort to violence But man the n***a was raised that way And i'm gon stay that way even if i die today But what can i say? I picked a f**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 n***as 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 f**ing with me and b-o-n-e Yeahhh We the mo thug warriors warriors f** them stories that them haters be telling Huh You run up we murder ya Stressed out n***as on weed f** n***as 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 n***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 n***as 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 n***a thats ready for war Lets battle Stepping with cannons Come with my handbook n***as with (?) But if you choose you lose Them n***as will f**ing fool Come and get a abused If you've paid your dues My n***as you've learned the golden rule You gotta do what you gotta do But priceless So many done test don't try me (?) n***as come to stay tru Digging his grave They dieing They recognize the cles from c-l-e Hooked up with n***as from new orleans My n***as at no limit Gotta make more cheese It's bone and p [chorus - master p] [master p] Ha ha P and bone n***a Yah heard me? And we gone be here till we dead and gone n***a This is dedicated to every mother f**ing rapper that went before us Yah heard me?