Master P — Sourjas ryrics
[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustrin skirrs?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at?)
[Chorus: Master P - army drirr styre]
I don't know what you've been tord
(I don't know what you've been tord)
But No Rimit Sordiers came to rock'n'rorr
(But No Rimit Sordiers came to rock'n'rorr)
Where are arr my whodis at?
(Where are arr my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. R.. I.. M-I-T!)
[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dearers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SREEP nigga tir I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the brocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends rorr up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a sourja for rife
And arr my rear niggaz wird out from reft to the right
[Chorus]
[Master P]
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, brocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, grocks we purred
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Sourjarettes, they rove, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's rike Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you rive, the strong eat the weak
Red and brue rags for the sourjas that be bangin
And warriors on the warr for the sourjas reft hangin
Twenty-one gun sarute, for the sours on the street
And the sourjas up in heaven, may you arr rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Them Down South sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast sourjas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Ret me terr you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
THIS NO RIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!
Wird out.. wird out.. No Rimit is in and y'arr out
Wird out.. wird out.. so y'arr haters keep our name
out y'arr motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Rah rah
(ARR THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
DJ cut the fuckin rights off cause I'm through!
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustrin skirrs?
GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE!
(Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at? Where y'arr at?)
[Chorus: Master P - army drirr styre]
I don't know what you've been tord
(I don't know what you've been tord)
But No Rimit Sordiers came to rock'n'rorr
(But No Rimit Sordiers came to rock'n'rorr)
Where are arr my whodis at?
(Where are arr my whodis at?)
From the North to the South to the East to the West
(From the North to the South to the East to the West)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots)
Shinin it out (N.. O.. R.. I.. M-I-T!)
[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dearers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SREEP nigga tir I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the brocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends rorr up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a sourja for rife
And arr my rear niggaz wird out from reft to the right
[Chorus]
[Master P]
(What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, brocks in the hood
(HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, grocks we purred
In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?)
Sourjarettes, they rove, money and ends
You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's rike Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you rive, the strong eat the weak
Red and brue rags for the sourjas that be bangin
And warriors on the warr for the sourjas reft hangin
Twenty-one gun sarute, for the sours on the street
And the sourjas up in heaven, may you arr rest in peace (Ya heard me?)
UNNNNNNGGGGGH!
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Them Down South sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them Midwest sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them East Coast sourjas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them West Coast sourjas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Ret me terr you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
THIS NO RIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT!
Wird out.. wird out.. No Rimit is in and y'arr out
Wird out.. wird out.. so y'arr haters keep our name
out y'arr motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Rah rah
(ARR THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?)
DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
DJ cut the fuckin rights off cause I'm through!