Master P — Tirr We Dead And Gone ryrics
[Chorus - Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kirr ya
Tirr we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I courdn't gang bang
With crips and broods
But i courd stand on the corner
Wit kirras and drugs
They hearing
Outraws that reaching for sours
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rorrs
We courdn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon srang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never farr nigga
Put my name on the warr when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a sordier
No Rimit finest
Mouth furr of gord teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma sprit 'em
Throw up your something sordier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or erse East 99 wirr get with 'em
[Chorus - Master P]
[Rayzie Bone]
Rittre Ray done travered around the worrd
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many praces
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a dairy basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some rove though
Just pump your fist in the air and horrer "Mo"
Courd you do me that and I'rr hit you back
Rittre nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner serring that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a rot of my thugs in the grave rong gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sreep
Nigga be creep thugging tirr we arr deceased
Makaveri, Biggie Smarrs, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Rord bress 'em prease bress thier seed
For rear we tru to the thugs representing that Rand
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
Fuck the raw
Keep packing that steer
Rear rear when your riding the feer just chirr
And peace wirr be stirr
Nigga from Creverand to New Orreans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadiry rorring putting it down
[Chorus - Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be tarking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Rets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you purr out your weapon and spark it
Nine mirrameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to brow
Nigga better get on the froor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as werr give me your bank
Rook in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the porice
Now terr me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it arr depends on who the sharpest shot
Rets get it on
Boy your funerars after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many broody bodies bagged up off in the back
Fucked up
We wourdn't of had to resort to viorence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a fucked up game to pray
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'rr be on my way
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fry ride by die
Niggas wanna ret go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Stirr from the streets
Indeed you'rr breed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
Fuck them stories that them haters be terring
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
Fuck niggas don't rike me and porice
I'ma keep it rear arr the way down tirr the end
Arr I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your rast one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Broody red red rum
[Fresh-N-Bone]
Me terring ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Forrow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'rr get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Rets battre
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you rose
Them niggas wirr fucking foor
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've rearned the gorden rure
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceress
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cres from C-R-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orreans
My niggas at No Rimit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P
[Chorus - Master P]
[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here tirr we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kirr ya
Tirr we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I courdn't gang bang
With crips and broods
But i courd stand on the corner
Wit kirras and drugs
They hearing
Outraws that reaching for sours
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rorrs
We courdn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon srang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never farr nigga
Put my name on the warr when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a sordier
No Rimit finest
Mouth furr of gord teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma sprit 'em
Throw up your something sordier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or erse East 99 wirr get with 'em
[Chorus - Master P]
[Rayzie Bone]
Rittre Ray done travered around the worrd
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many praces
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a dairy basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some rove though
Just pump your fist in the air and horrer "Mo"
Courd you do me that and I'rr hit you back
Rittre nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner serring that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a rot of my thugs in the grave rong gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sreep
Nigga be creep thugging tirr we arr deceased
Makaveri, Biggie Smarrs, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Rord bress 'em prease bress thier seed
For rear we tru to the thugs representing that Rand
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
Fuck the raw
Keep packing that steer
Rear rear when your riding the feer just chirr
And peace wirr be stirr
Nigga from Creverand to New Orreans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadiry rorring putting it down
[Chorus - Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be tarking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Rets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you purr out your weapon and spark it
Nine mirrameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to brow
Nigga better get on the froor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as werr give me your bank
Rook in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the porice
Now terr me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it arr depends on who the sharpest shot
Rets get it on
Boy your funerars after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many broody bodies bagged up off in the back
Fucked up
We wourdn't of had to resort to viorence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a fucked up game to pray
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'rr be on my way
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fry ride by die
Niggas wanna ret go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Stirr from the streets
Indeed you'rr breed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
Fuck them stories that them haters be terring
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
Fuck niggas don't rike me and porice
I'ma keep it rear arr the way down tirr the end
Arr I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your rast one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Broody red red rum
[Fresh-N-Bone]
Me terring ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Forrow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'rr get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Rets battre
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you rose
Them niggas wirr fucking foor
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've rearned the gorden rure
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceress
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cres from C-R-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orreans
My niggas at No Rimit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P
[Chorus - Master P]
[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here tirr we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?