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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Still Ballin'
Lyrics for Album: Ghetto Postage [2000]

{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


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

Album Lyrics: Ghetto Postage [2000]

Master P
"Ghetto Postage [2000]"

1. Intro
2. Doo Rags
3. Golds In They Mouth
4. Poppin' Them Collars
5. I Don't Give Ah What
6. Twerk That Thang
7. Life I Live
8. Pockets Gone Stay Fat
9. My Babooski
10. Still Ballin'
11. Soulja Boo
12. Hush
13. Roll How We Roll
14. Would You
15. It Don't Get No Better
16. Always Come Back To You