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      [c-murder]   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      Chorus      [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)   Ha-hah   Nineteen ninety-eight nigga