The Mahdi And The Masses Lyrics
We've got our broken hearts collected. We refuse to be neglected; so here we make our stand. We are a broken heart collection who refuse to be neglected and here we make our stand. You can laugh if you want to but we're the ones in command.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call

Off You Lyrics
I've laid this island sun a 1000 times I'm on it But I'm going strange This island's chills and shell cover me With winded rock And skies I've got yet to see I tried I even sent in friends They did it as a favor Cause

me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist

Shook [The Answer] Lyrics
Yeah yeah Yeah [Verse 1] When we was out To catch a flick Just me And my clique I made sure that we wasn't late Cause the movie started at eight I was chillin' in back seat Take the first one I can see This boy cam

, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I

Pure Greed Lyrics
You've got a fast brain, it's like a bullet train. You've been branded, LINE TO BE ADDED ! Your scream's like gasoline, it burned me to the core. You used to stand for something, but not any more. And when I turned to you

don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]