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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Playaz From the South
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Master P


Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo

kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep

you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'

for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. Click clack

goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass

whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in

tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga

whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to

not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you couldn't cut

tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time

to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all

tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that

these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk,

Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?


Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight

on that white with that candy on them gold D'z [x4]

[Master P]

Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}

got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha

nigga that talkin' shit, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with

them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all niggaz

gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game

then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I'm

fuckin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make

this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans

{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'

slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}

Don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.

Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'

band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'

Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth

don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata

wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing

no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't

stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.



1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about

that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back

side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front

of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm

from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,

chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em)

WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes

like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,

cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but

more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all

I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South

Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm

bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but

y'all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah

at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)


[Pimp C]

Now do you blame me? A sweet for every

bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from

back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz

tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Would

it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like

tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down,

cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga

whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.

I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just

because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'

pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup

with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't

heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,

I'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut?? Ya,

tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?


[Pimp C in background talkin]

Album Lyrics: Other Songs - Master P

Master P
"Other Songs - Master P"

1. 17 Reasons
2. 2 Way (It Takes Two - Remix)
3. 6 'N Tha Mornin'
4. 6'n The Morning
5. A 2nd Chance
6. Akickdoe!
7. Back Against the Wall
8. Bangin'
9. Basketball
10. Bitch I like
11. Black Jesus
12. Bout It, Bout It 2
13. Break Em Somethin
16. Bullets Got No Name
17. Call Me When You Need Some
18. Da Last Don
20. Foolish
21. Freak Hoes
22. Fuck A Bitch 'Cuz I'm Paid
23. Gangstafied
25. Ghetto Won't Change
26. Greens, Cornbread, And Cabbage
27. Half On A Bag Of Dank
28. He Did That
29. Here We Go
30. Hit Em Up
31. Homie Ride
32. Homies and Thuggs
33. Homies And Thugs (Remix)
35. Hoody Hoo
36. Hook It Up
37. How To Be A Playa
38. Hustlin'
39. I'm Bout It, Bout It
40. I'm On Ya
41. Ice Cream Man
42. Is it You? (Deja Vu)
43. It's Your Thing
44. Itch Or Scratch
45. Jealous Again
46. Keep It Real
47. Kenny's Dead
48. Killer Pussy
50. Let Me See It
51. Let's Ride (Radio Edit)
52. Life in the Fast Lane
53. Live Or Die
54. Locked Up
56. Low Down & Dirty
57. Made Niggaz
58. Meal Ticket
59. No Limit Soldiers II
61. Only The Strong Survive
62. Ooooh Weeee
63. Paper Chasing
64. Playa 4 Life
65. Playaz From the South
66. Pullin' Up
67. Pure Uncut
68. R.I.P. Tupac
69. Scream
70. Smokin' Green
71. The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped
72. This Is For The Smokers
73. Time After Time
74. Trick Or Treat Whodi
75. Trust Nobody
76. Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin'
77. We Out Chea
79. We Won't Stop
80. Weed and Hennesey
81. Whoadie Gone
82. Why They Wanna See Me Dead
83. You Know I'm A Hoe