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Artist/Band: 
Master P 
Lyrics for Song: Still Ballin' 
Lyrics for Album: Ghetto Postage [2000]
  
               
  6000>{Chorus 2x - Krazy}
  We some No Limit Soldiers
  (We still ballin' so fuck what you think
  You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
  You see No Limit is an army
 
 
  {Master P}
  Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
  Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
  See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates
  Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
  Lil' 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 cool to be country til' I brought it back
  Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
  Cause No Limit is a part of history
 
 
  Chorus 2x
 
 
  {Krazy}
  I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
  You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
  Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
  Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
  All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
  Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home
  With my chopper
  I release anger
  Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
  I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
  I told the same thing ???
  Its easy
  To bust a niggas skull plate
  Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
  You ain't ready
 
 
  {Slay Sean}
  Out of control ever since I got out the hold
  Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
  My nine it explodes every time its exposed
  Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls
  Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
  Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
  Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
  Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
  I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
  Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
  Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
  Clothes soiled your body red as your heart
 
 
  Chorus 4x
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| Album Lyrics: Ghetto Postage [2000] | 
 
   Master P 
"Ghetto Postage [2000]"
 
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