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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Till We Dead And Gone
Lyrics for Album: MP da Last Don [1998]

[Chorus - Master P]

Nigga, nigga, nigga

P and Bone nigga


And we gone kill ya

Till we dead and gone nigga

[Master P]

I couldn't gang bang

With crips and bloods

But i could stand on the corner

Wit killas and drugs

They healing

Outlaws that reaching for souls

We ghetto niggas

600, Fearris, and Rolls

We couldn'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 slang niggas

Cause we trigger niggas

Banger got cheese nigga

Never fall nigga

Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga

Cause I'm a soldier

No Limit finest

Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds

Uhh - uhh

Hit 'em up nigga

Get 'em get 'em get 'em

Miss me I'ma split 'em

Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em

Uhh - uhh

Or else East 99 will get with 'em

[Chorus - Master P]

[Layzie Bone]

Little Lay done traveled around the world

Caught a few cases

Seen so many faces and so many places

Ace this game

Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis

Give me my spaces

Show me some love though

Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"

Could you do me that and I'll hit you back

Little nig just don't know where my thugs at

Some at the track on the back chrome gat

Some around the corner selling that crack

Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong

Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone

May they rest in peace

My nigga sleep

Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased

Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E

T-Rock got shot

Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed

For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land

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 law

Keep packing that steel

Real real when your riding the feel just chill

And peace will be still

Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans

Across the sea and ocean

Master P and Bone thugs

Coast to coast

We steadily rolling putting it down

[Chorus - Master P]

[Krayzie Bone]

Niggas niggas if you with me

Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car

Reach in the back for the AK


Lets see if you ready for war

Scoping the target

Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it

Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs


Bitch hear me ticking

I'm bound to blow

Nigga better get on the floor

Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank

Look 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 police

Now tell me what it is you want?

I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot

Lets get it on

Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps

Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back

Fucked up

We wouldn't of had to resort to violence

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 play

So I gotta get up and move out

Face the shoot out

So I'll be on my way

[Chorus - Master P]

[Wish Bone]

Yeah yeah

In the mist of the ghetto

When I fly ride by die

Niggas wanna let go

It's a pain just to maintain

But it's a shame cause I do the same thing

Still from the streets

Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E


We the Mo Thug warriors warriors

Fuck them stories that them haters be telling


You run up we murder ya

Stressed out niggas on weed

Fuck niggas don't like me and police

I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end

All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends

Make ends

Anyday can be your last one

Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns

Don't you wanna have some fun

Come come

Bloody red red rum


Me telling ya


See me and my niggas we down for whatever

Yah heard me?

No matter the cause

Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income

Ya'll get fifth thugs

Your nigga thats ready for war

Lets battle

Stepping with cannons

Come with my handbook

Niggas with (?)

But if you choose you lose

Them niggas will fucking fool

Come and get a abused

If you've paid your dues

My niggas you've learned the golden rule

You gotta do what you gotta do

But priceless

So many done test don't try me


Niggas come to stay tru

Digging his grave

They dieing

They recognize the Cles from C-L-E

Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans

My niggas at No Limit

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 till we dead and gone nigga

This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us

Yah heard me?

Album Lyrics: MP da Last Don [1998]

Master P
"MP da Last Don [1998]"

1. Let's Get Em
2. Till We Dead And Gone
3. Thinkin Bout U
4. Soldiers, Riders, And G's
5. Get Your Paper
6. Ride
7. These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
8. Black And White
9. War Wounds
10. Dear Mr. President
11. Mama Raised Me
12. Let My 9 Get 'Em
13. More 2 Life
14. Ghetto Life
15. Gangsta Bitch
16. So Many Souls Deceased
17. Snitches
18. Welcome To My City
19. Ghetto Love
20. Eternity