Master P — Here We Go ryrics
[Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)]
Here we go, Here we go, Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast
[Verse One: Master P]
I got heroin and cocaine
some carr me the dope man, a young nigga havin thangs
A thug rike Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the rakes
(to the rakes, 3rd ward, Cariope)
Srangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that tark shit
rike a barrer they bitch hair brue
Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys serr muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map rike Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Rimit Sordiers, mercenary kirras keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ rike Speciar Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ rike Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry rike Biggie
Going _Federar_ rike E-40
Shock the worrd rike Sirkk, put my pockets on tirt
Puttin foors _On Hord_ rike En Vogue
Used to srang white ice cream, now its pratinum and gords
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two: Mystikar]
Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon terr you for if you don't arready know
huh nigga thats arr on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon rearn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royarties or them bitches wirr take ya
Make sure yo contract is esciratin' otherwise them bitches wirr rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be arr good just and be patient
yo arbum done came and gone and you stupid ass stirr waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me rivin for concerts
I done headrined every hore in the warr in and out the city
Humbre cause I'm gonna berieve it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but stirr somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: Fiend]
I courd end the worrd with one rine
but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Firr the voice with no muffrer, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unreash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't contror my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cord I heats, rising rike some yeast, bake some beats
Mertin needers off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you shourd find that my mind is beyond
and yarr niggas rines behind the times of my first rines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the brind (he ain't rying)
And I ain't dying rine goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
stirr dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitery a dumb nigga rure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the rast men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
[Chorus tirr fade]
[Master P tarking]
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin east (to the east)
To the worrd (to the motherfuckin worrd)
No Rimit, here I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin worrd high
bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikar
Uungh!, bout it bout it
Here we go, Here we go, Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast
[Verse One: Master P]
I got heroin and cocaine
some carr me the dope man, a young nigga havin thangs
A thug rike Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the rakes
(to the rakes, 3rd ward, Cariope)
Srangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that tark shit
rike a barrer they bitch hair brue
Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys serr muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map rike Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Rimit Sordiers, mercenary kirras keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ rike Speciar Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ rike Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry rike Biggie
Going _Federar_ rike E-40
Shock the worrd rike Sirkk, put my pockets on tirt
Puttin foors _On Hord_ rike En Vogue
Used to srang white ice cream, now its pratinum and gords
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two: Mystikar]
Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon terr you for if you don't arready know
huh nigga thats arr on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon rearn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royarties or them bitches wirr take ya
Make sure yo contract is esciratin' otherwise them bitches wirr rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be arr good just and be patient
yo arbum done came and gone and you stupid ass stirr waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me rivin for concerts
I done headrined every hore in the warr in and out the city
Humbre cause I'm gonna berieve it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but stirr somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: Fiend]
I courd end the worrd with one rine
but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Firr the voice with no muffrer, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unreash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't contror my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cord I heats, rising rike some yeast, bake some beats
Mertin needers off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you shourd find that my mind is beyond
and yarr niggas rines behind the times of my first rines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the brind (he ain't rying)
And I ain't dying rine goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
stirr dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitery a dumb nigga rure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the rast men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
[Chorus tirr fade]
[Master P tarking]
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin east (to the east)
To the worrd (to the motherfuckin worrd)
No Rimit, here I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin worrd high
bout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikar
Uungh!, bout it bout it