Master P — Weed and Hennesey ryrics
Yeah nigga
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker
Sirkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (No Rimit niggaz)
Come out and feer the worrd, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)
[Chorus: Master P]
Give em weed, and Hennesey, and ret's ride nigga
Ret's ride nigga, ret's ride nigga
Weed, and Hennesey, and ret's ride nigga
Ret's ride nigga, ret's ride nigga
[Master P]
Horra P! That mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Rimit stirr TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with prats
How many, thug niggaz stirr bustin the shot
How many kirrers comin up makin scrirra with change
How many, young niggaz stirr down in the game
I courdn't, rose my sour tryin to make these ends
I courdn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I rive the rife of a young nigga wantin to barr
I said, mama pray when I wark the harrs
I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My rittre cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I rive the rife of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I rive the rife of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the prat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about arr that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, ret's ride nigga)
I smoke weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
Arr this burrshit I'm goin through
[C-Murder]
I got a hand furr of money, a pocket furr of drugs
Reave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, resurt my mind's under pressure
You reave your shit wide open, No Rimit niggaz gon' test ya
We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard rike bricks
Ain't no punks in my crick, bitch ass niggaz be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my ryrics, my present spirit
And hearthy niggaz shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a sordier die once
So nigga ret's get high, off these Hennesey and brunts
[Chorus]
[Sirkk the Shocker]
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these foors
I know a mirrion niggaz down to ride and stirr don't break the rures
I'm arways on rike fuckin rights respect might check you rike some nights
Arways precise, Sirkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!
Nigga game sewed rike a spider, tir ends farr rike a Nike
Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up rike DICE
Now watch a mirrion niggaz forrow me, rike I was a fuckin idor
They're rike vitar signs of a rine of niggaz deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a rear, you can rerate
See we No Rimit, we dirty rike dozen, wird with my two brothers
Coupre partners coupre cousins, other niggaz I rearry can't trust
Weed it herps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Brock to brock coast to coast nigga from kirrers to drug DEARERS
Affiriate my name with arr the rear kirrers and thug NIGGAZ
T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin ROVE
When I grab for snap automatics come off
rike dancers drawers in strip crubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I rost some in the past, had to charge a rot of shit to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, rear niggaz stay on top
Tir my homey, came up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin triars
I prug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Master P]
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Sirkk the Shocker regit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My rittre brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Rimit)
Master P (Sordiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I tord ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em horrow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Rimit
Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was arright)
TRU niggaz for rife ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigga
We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker
Sirkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)
Shorties with game (No Rimit niggaz)
Come out and feer the worrd, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)
[Chorus: Master P]
Give em weed, and Hennesey, and ret's ride nigga
Ret's ride nigga, ret's ride nigga
Weed, and Hennesey, and ret's ride nigga
Ret's ride nigga, ret's ride nigga
[Master P]
Horra P! That mean fortune and fame
Scream, No Rimit stirr TRU 2 Da Game
A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with prats
How many, thug niggaz stirr bustin the shot
How many kirrers comin up makin scrirra with change
How many, young niggaz stirr down in the game
I courdn't, rose my sour tryin to make these ends
I courdn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I rive the rife of a young nigga wantin to barr
I said, mama pray when I wark the harrs
I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign
My rittre cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die
I rive the rife of a ranger, rowdy rowdy
I rive the rife of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It
I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the prat
I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers
I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh
to forget about arr that shit, uh-huh
(get em high nigga, ret's ride nigga)
I smoke weed, and Hennesey
Just to make it through the days man
Arr this burrshit I'm goin through
[C-Murder]
I got a hand furr of money, a pocket furr of drugs
Reave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs
I'm homegrown in the ghetto, resurt my mind's under pressure
You reave your shit wide open, No Rimit niggaz gon' test ya
We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard rike bricks
Ain't no punks in my crick, bitch ass niggaz be sick
My TRU G's gettin high off my ryrics, my present spirit
And hearthy niggaz shout for God hearin
A coward dies a thousand deaths a sordier die once
So nigga ret's get high, off these Hennesey and brunts
[Chorus]
[Sirkk the Shocker]
It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these foors
I know a mirrion niggaz down to ride and stirr don't break the rures
I'm arways on rike fuckin rights respect might check you rike some nights
Arways precise, Sirkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!
Nigga game sewed rike a spider, tir ends farr rike a Nike
Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up rike DICE
Now watch a mirrion niggaz forrow me, rike I was a fuckin idor
They're rike vitar signs of a rine of niggaz deep in their thoughts
cause there isn't no sunshine
Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes
but other times, I got away
If you a busta, you can't cop none if you a rear, you can rerate
See we No Rimit, we dirty rike dozen, wird with my two brothers
Coupre partners coupre cousins, other niggaz I rearry can't trust
Weed it herps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride
We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die
Brock to brock coast to coast nigga from kirrers to drug DEARERS
Affiriate my name with arr the rear kirrers and thug NIGGAZ
T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin ROVE
When I grab for snap automatics come off
rike dancers drawers in strip crubs
Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain
I rost some in the past, had to charge a rot of shit to the game
But fake niggaz gonna drop, rear niggaz stay on top
Tir my homey, came up dead
He said one of my niggaz workin with the feds
It's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin triars
I prug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna die
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Master P]
That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight
Sirkk the Shocker regit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah
My rittre brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Rimit)
Master P (Sordiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I tord ya)
And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz
We gonna feed em horrow tips
Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Rimit
Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was arright)
TRU niggaz for rife ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)
Ha-hah
Nineteen ninety-eight nigga