Till We Dead And Gone

"TILL WE DEAD AND GONE"
MASTER P featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony

Master P:
Niggas, P and Bone, nigga [Uh!], and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.
Nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga [Uh!], and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.

Master P:
I couldn't gangbang with Crips and Bloods, but I could stand on the corner with killas and drugdealers. And hear me, outlaw niggas they reachin' for souls. We ghetto niggas, Six-hundreds, Ferraris, and Rolls. We couldn't run from niggas, 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it [Uh!]. I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy, rowdy, huh. Hang niggas. We gon' bang niggas. We gon' slang niggas, 'cause we trigger niggas. Bang 'em, 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, mouthful of gold teeth and diamonds [gold and diamonds]. Hit 'em up, nigga, get 'em [get 'em, get 'em]. Nigga, miss me, I'm a split 'em. Throw up me somethin' soldier rag if you ain't with 'em, or else East 99'll get with 'em [Uh!].

Master P/Layzie:
Nigga, nigga, 'cause it's P and Bone, nigga [Uh!]. Nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga. Nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga, and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.

Layzie:
Little Lay done traveled around the world, caught a few cases, seen so many faces and so many places. Aced this game, while they try to erase shit on a daily basis. Gimme my space, shit, show some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that [P and Bone, nigga . . .]? And I hit you back. Little niggas knowin' not where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some niggas on corner 'round sellin that crack. Some of my thugs in the pen dead wrong, and a lot of my thugs in the grave, long gone. May they rest in peace. My niggas sleep. Nigga, Bone creeped up until we all decease. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot. Lord bless him please, bless us. See, for real we true to the thugs, representin' the Land, puttin' it down for the nation of thugs, man, so you understand that was only game when we begin to shoot and fuck the law, we packin' that steel, real thrill when you out in the field, just chill, and peace'll be still. Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans across the seas and ocean, Master P and Bone Thugs, coast to coast and steadily rollin', holdin' it down.

Master P/Krayzie:
Nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga, and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.

Krayzie:
Nigga, niggas if you're with me, don't be talkin' about it, nigga. Come and get in the car. Reach in the back with the AK. Okay, let's see if you ready war [Nigga, P and Bone, nigga . . .], scopin' the target, mark it, then you pull your weapon and spark it. Nine-millimeter, heaters, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs, shit. Bitch, hear me tickin'? I bound to blow. Nigga, better get on the floor, hey, and then while you droppin', you might as well give me your pay. Look in my eyes, they so surprised, 'cause they must have thought I was studio. What do you know? A nigga jumped outta the video and fucked you up! Aw, shit, here come the police. Now, tell me what is it you want? I got the same thing that you got, so it all depends on who the sharpest shot. Let's get it on. Boy, you're gonna resent the day Krayzie snapped, 'cause it will be too many bloody bodybags dumped off in the back. Fucked up. We wouldn't had to resort to violence, but man, a nigga was raised that way, and I'm gonna stay that way even if I die today, but what can I say? I picked a fucked-up game to play, so I get up and move out, face the shootout, so I'll be on my way.

Master P/Wish:
Nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga, and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wish:
In the midst of the ghetto, when I slide ride by. Die now, niggas, when the lead go. It's a pain just to maintain, but it's shame, 'cause I did the same thang [P and Bone, nigga . . .], steal from the streets. Indeed ya bleed, when you're fuckin' with me and B-O-N-E, yeah. We the Mo Thug warriors, warriors. Fuck them stories that them haters be tellin', huh. Ya run up, we murder ya. Stressed out niggas on weed. Fuck, niggas don't like me and police. I'm a keep it real right down to the end. All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends, make ends. Any day can be you're last one, that's why a nigga gotta carry guns. Don't you wanna have some fun? Come, come, bloody redrum, -rum.

Flesh:
Me tellin', yeah, see me and my niggas, we down for whatever, you heard me, no matter the cause. Follow my paper-chasers straight to the bank. Come, y'all get mauled [Nigga, P and Bone, nigga . . .]. Fifth Dawg show nigga that's ready for war. Let's battle. Stop 'em with cannons, cocked in my hand, but niggas who I'm up with, let's ride out. Wanted to choose? You lose. The nigga's a fuckin' fool, come, might get abused. If you paid your dues, my niggas, you learned the golden rule--you gotta what you gotta do, but wisely. So many done test and tried me, dump 'em for nothin' but pride, but niggas comin' to split your wig and diggin' his grave. They die. Not much to recognize that we's from C-L-E, hooked up with niggas from New Orleans, but niggas, my enemy, we gotta make plenty more cheese, it's Bone and P.

Master P:
Bone, nigga, and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga. Nigga, nigga, niggas, P and Bone, nigga, and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga.

Ha, ha, P and Bone, nigga, [Ya heard me.], and we gon' be here 'til we dead and gone, nigga [dead and gone, nigga]. This dedicated to every muthafuckin' rapper that went before us [Ya heard me.].