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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Weed and Hennesey
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Master P

Yeah nigga

We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker

Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga)

Shorties with game (No Limit niggaz)

Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)

[Chorus: Master P]

Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga

Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga

Weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride nigga

Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga

[Master P]

Holla P! That mean fortune and fame

Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game

A buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with plats

How many, thug niggaz still bustin the shot

How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change

How many, young niggaz still down in the game

I couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these ends

I couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends

I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball

I said, mama pray when I walk the halls

I got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the sign

My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die

I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy

I live the life of a rapper that's Bout It Bout It

I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat

I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers

I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh

to forget about all that shit, uh-huh

(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)

I smoke weed, and Hennesey

Just to make it through the days man

All this bullshit I'm goin through


I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs

Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs

I'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressure

You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggaz gon' test ya

We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks

Ain't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sick

My TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit

And healthy niggaz shout for God hearin

A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once

So nigga let's get high, off these Hennesey and blunts


[Silkk the Shocker]

It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools

I know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rules

I'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights

Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!

Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike

Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE

Now watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a fuckin idol

They're like vital signs of a line 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 real, you can relate

See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers

Couple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trust

Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride

We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die

Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS

Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZ

T.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin LOVE

When I grab for snap automatics come off

like dancers drawers in strip clubs

Ain't no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain

I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game

But fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on top

Til 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 trials

I plug 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

Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah

My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)

Master P (Soldiers)

Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)

And to them motherfuckin fake niggaz

We gonna feed em hollow tips

Can't fade us, can't beat us, No Limit

Ain't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)

TRU niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)


Nineteen ninety-eight nigga

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