Master P - Weed & Hennesey Lyrics
Yeah niggaWe gonna feed em weed and hennesey, get em high together mother*****erSilkk 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 pGive em weed, and hennesey, and lets ride niggaLets ride nigga, lets ride niggaWeed, and hennesey, and lets ride niggaLets ride nigga, lets ride nigga[master p]Holla p! that mean fortune and fameScream, no limit still tru 2 da gameA buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with platsHow many, thug niggaz still bustin the shotHow many killers comin up makin scrilla with changeHow many, young niggaz still down in the gameI couldnt, lose my soul tryin to make these endsI couldnt, watch my enemies and watch my friendsI live the life of a young nigga wantin to ballI said, mama pray when I walk the hallsI got 3rd ward niggaz throwin up the signMy little cousin jimmy home on, eighteen to dieI live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdyI live the life of a rapper thats bout it bout itI got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the platI got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppersI smoke weed, and hennesey, uh-huhTo forget about all that shit, uh-huh(get em high nigga, lets ride nigga)I smoke weed, and henneseyJust to make it through the days manAll this bullshit Im goin through[c-murder]I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugsLeave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugsIm homegrown in the ghetto, result my minds under pressureYou leave your shit wide open, no limit niggaz gon test yaWe ride deep but tru dat, hitin hard like bricksAint no punks in my click, ***** ass niggaz be sickMy tru gs gettin high off my lyrics, my present spiritAnd healthy niggaz shout for God hearinA coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die onceSo nigga lets get high, off these hennesey and bluntsChorus[silkk the shocker]It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these foolsI know a million niggaz down to ride and still dont break the rulesIm always on like *****in lights respect might check you like some nightsAlways precise, silkk the shocker, get my mother*****in name, right!Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a nikeDisrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like diceNow watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a *****in idolTheyre like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughtsCause there isnt no sunshineGet away from the one-time got caught sometimesBut other times, I got awayIf you a busta, you cant cop none if you a real, you can relateSee we no limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothersCouple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really cant trustWeed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we rideWe strapped with four-five nigga do, or *****in dieBlock to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug dealersAffiliate my name with all the real killers and thug niggazT.s. washin on fake niggaz, a ***** no *****in loveWhen I grab for snap automatics come offLike dancers drawers in strip clubsAint no thang, death with no mother*****in painI lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the gameBut fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on topTil my homey, came up deadHe said one of my niggaz workin with the fedsIts time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trialsI plug shots in the mother*****er, you dont wanna dieChorus w/ variations[master p]Thats how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eightSilkk the shocker legit, charge it 2 da game in february, hahahMy little brother c-murder in this ***** (no limit)Master p (soldiers)Huh, we gonna feed em weed and hennesey (I thought I told ya)And to them mother*****in fake niggazWe gonna feed em hollow tipsCant fade us, cant beat us, no limitAint no mother*****in gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)Tru niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the year)Ha-hahNineteen ninety-eight nigga
