's no limit for life, look ain't nothing after this And damn it feels good to be a soldier I roll with niggas like c and p ? ? ? Y'all my brothers when
Limit for life,look ain't nothing after this And damn it feels good to be a soldier I roll with (niggas) like C and P ??? Y'all my brothers when we fuss
s No Limit for life, look ain't nothing after this And damn it feels good to be a soldier I roll with niggas like C and P ??? Y'all my brothers when
suite - la fam' and my bed lady My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red avery I'm tryin' to see dynasty And ain't nothin' stoppin me From private property
't deserve ya wealth Yall don't learn nothing else aint he the little shorty If ya had ya girl in line she woudnt find time to call me (Hook) [Outro] An they don't
see me) call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and
Master p (mercedes) talking: Mercedes mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything
Friday (that ain't nothing) Got another one in my driveway (that ain't nothing) [Chorus] [Outro: Master P] That-that-that-that ain't nothing That ain't nothing
funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain't no
my nut I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though Cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope Chorus: [master p} I'm going thorugh
my nut I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope Chorus: [Master P} I'm going thorugh
sunroof top Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean Mama's bad boy [Master P] But I live with the juveniles, grew up in the ghetto Back in the Calliope projects I couldn't
lucky with some paper Mothafuckas call me C-Murder cause they no I ain't no faker Duck and dodgine penatentiaries and running from debt I ain't got nothing
Chorus: [master p & mo. b dick] Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't
wrong, moms I blamed it on you. Though u had no idea of what your son would do. [chorus] There ain't no city like my city in this whole world. There ain't
still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't
nothing Imagine if I was getting high, I wasn't even puffing Hiding the CD from my momma, shit had too much cussing Baby I ain't gonna leave you for nothing