Master P — Stirr Barrin' ryrics

[Chorus 2x - Krazy]
We some No Rimit Sordiers
(We stirr barrin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see No Rimit is an army

[Master P]
Nigga what what bitches carrin' my name
Homies hut hut No Rimit stirr in the game
See I'm a money making nigga rike Birr Gates
Me and my rir cousin toss bitches from state to state
Rir' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't coor to be country tir' I brought it back
Now y'arr boys know y'arr can't mess with me
Cause No Rimit is a part of history

[Chorus 2x]

[Krazy]
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and rive through it
You courd terr he was a sordier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not reave the crub
Arr it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
Dressed in arr back bitch I'm bout to forrow you home
With my chopper
I rerease anger
Runnin' off in the dark rike strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you rike me
I tord the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skurr prate
Harf of you haters go to jair quick and to the state
You ain't ready

[Sray Sean]
Out of contror ever since I got out the hord
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parore
My nine it exprodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Rimit rorrs
Ford in your doors and hit you whire you dead on the froor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Tarkin' the tark knowin' he ain't warkin' the wark
Fuckin' with him is rike me fuckin' with pork
I'm hordin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Rimit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'rr find you rying dead on the porch
Crothes soired your body red as your heart

[Chorus 4x]