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  • 211
  • 4, 3, 2, 1
  • 6 n tha mornin
  • A woman
  • After dollars, no cents
  • Ain't nothing changed
  • Always come back to you
  • Always look a man in the eyez
  • Anything goes
  • Back against the wall
  • Back on top
  • Bangin
  • Basketball
  • Bastard child
  • Bitch i like
  • Bitches & money
  • Black & white
  • Bloody murder
  • Boonapalist
  • Bounce that ass
  • Bourbans and llacs
  • Bout dat
  • Bout it, bout it 2
  • Bout that drama
  • Break em off somethin
  • Bullets got no name
  • Captain Kirk
  • Come and get something
  • Commercial
  • Crazy bout ya
  • Da ballers
  • Da last don
  • Dead presidents
  • Dear Mr. president
  • Doo rags
  • Eternity
  • Eyes of a killer
  • Eyes on your enemies
  • Foolish
  • Fuck a bitch cause i'm paid
  • Gangsta bitch
  • Gangstas need love
  • Get away clean
  • Get yo mind right
  • Get your paper
  • Ghetto ballin
  • Ghetto D
  • Ghetto honeys
  • Ghetto in the sky
  • Ghetto life
  • Ghetto prayer
  • Goin' through some thangs
  • Goodbye my homies
  • Half on a bag of dank
  • Hands of dead man
  • Headin 4 the Jack
  • Here we go
  • Hit em up
  • Hoe games
  • Homie ride
  • Homies and thugs (remix)
  • Hook it up
  • Hot boyz and girls
  • How g's ride
  • How to be a playa
  • Hush
  • Hustlin
  • I don't
  • I don't give ah what
  • I got that dank
  • I got the hook up
  • I miss my homies
  • I'm bout it, bout it
  • I'm going big time
  • Ice on my wrist (remix)
  • If i could change
  • Is it you (Deja vu)
  • Is there a heaven for a gangsta
  • Itch or scratch
  • Jack of the Jackers
  • Just an every day thang
  • Kenny's dead
  • Late night creepin
  • Let my nine get'em
  • Let's ride
  • Life ain't easy
  • Life in the fast lane
  • Live or die
  • Locked up
  • Low down & dirty
  • Made niggaz
  • Make em say uhh
  • Mama raised me
  • Meal ticket
  • More 2 life
  • Mr. Ice-cream man
  • My ghetto heroes
  • Never ending game
  • No limit party
  • No limit soldiers II
  • No more tears
  • Nobody moves
  • Oh na nae
  • Only god can judge me
  • Only time will tell
  • Ooh shit
  • Ooohhhwee
  • Paper chasing
  • Pass me da green
  • Plan B
  • Playa 4 life
  • Playa from around the way
  • Playa haterz
  • Playa wit game
  • Playaz from the south
  • Pockets gone stay fat
  • Psycho rhymes
  • Pure uncut
  • R I P
  • R.I.P. Tupac
  • Real love
  • Return of da don
  • Reverse the game
  • Ride
  • Robbery
  • Rock it
  • Roll how we roll
  • Rollin the dice
  • Rollin thru my hood
  • Safe sex
  • Say brah
  • Scream
  • Sellin ice cream
  • Shoot em up
  • Snitches
  • So many souls deceased
  • So much pain
  • Soldiers, riders and g's
  • Some Jack
  • Soulja boo
  • Souljas
  • Step to dis
  • Still ballin
  • Stop hatin
  • Stop playing wit me
  • Take it outside
  • The block
  • The farm
  • The ghetto won't change
  • The ghetto's got me trapped
  • The ghetto's tryin to kill me
  • These streets keep me rollin
  • Things ain't what they used to be
  • Thinkin bout u
  • Throw em up
  • Thug girl
  • Till we dead and gone
  • Time 2 chill
  • Playa from around the way


    That’s right ya’ll
    I guess I should let ya’ll know what bein an Ice Cream Man
    is all about since it’s the Ice Cream Man theme song
    But what I want ya’ll to do for me is light ya
    weed,lay back and we gon take a ride
    A ride all the way through
    Through the Ice Cream Man’s whole life.

    Mo B. Dick:
    I’m sittin in a room full of hoes with some sexy ass bodies
    Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.Ain’t fuckin wit nobody
    I’m scopin em out without a doubt.I see big booties hangin out
    My dick is gettin hard like it’s about to pop out of socket.
    I can’t believe what I’m seein.
    I must be straight (geein)
    cause I got all these hoes in my pocket.
    I’m just a playa from around the way.
    I’m hustlin just to see another day.
    I’m just a playa from around the way.
    I’m hustlin just to see another day.
    Playa haters gettin sick cause they can’t get with my click
    cause we took all their bitches
    But the niggas know the deal cause we packin that steel
    and dumpin mothafuckasin ditches
    So hey, it’s another day for me to play
    as I slang my yay and get paid off these smokers
    You don’t know the deal cause this thing is real
    mothafuckas, I ain’t jokin, I ain’t jokin

    Master P:
    I’m on a porch with these killas.Must be a drug dealer
    I run from the taz.Call me banana peeler
    I got that HK cocked ready to block.
    Ain’t no love on my block.Got this dope in my sock
    My little brother hooked it up tryin to get big
    In the ghetto I seen another man lose his wig
    But I ain’t trippin off the dope-game
    I’m too deep in my hood slangin heroin and cocaine

    Silkk The Shocker:
    Way too deep to turn back now.
    My homies tryin to jack now
    Put away the sack down.Now I gots my gat now
    You bitches better raise up off the tip
    of us playas tryin to strive and stay alive, Fuck the 9 to 5
    I’m all about the papers.Niggas tryin to chase the
    million dollar spot with a glock and a caper

    Master P:
    We some macks like Goldie.Ya’ll can’t hold me
    I’m Oulajawon dunkin on you and your homie
    Cause we in this shit deep tryin to get mine
    Fuck all that.Cuz,kick the fuckin chorus line

    Mo B. Dick:
    I’m just a playa from around the way
    I’m hustlin just to see another day

    Master P/(Silkk The Shocker):
    [I love my mill].And if I die who gives a fuck?
    Just another black gone
    (Nobody gives a damn if you make it back home.)
    Cause my auntie on dope
    My little homies out there in the hood pushin hella coke
    So I try to get fronted a bumper
    I mean a fifty dollar dub on a come-up

    Silkk The Shocker:
    Dope in my All Stars.Just got[bought] a sawed-off
    Nigga wait for me to fall off but I won’t get hauled off
    in a casket.I’m all about blastin
    Dope be the cabbage.You know that makes us savage

    Master P:
    I guess that makes me a G
    Cause I done flipped an half-an-ounce to a quarter key
    On a come-up and bubblin up and doublin up
    and all these niggas jealous cause the P sellin quarters,bro
    In the hood like Ice Cream
    All ya’ll niggas corner check me.I done killed em with the triple beam
    And ya’ll mad cause I’m rich and famous
    just like Amus,but still a gangsta
    So call me a hustla
    and if you a playa hater,nigga,then your name’ll be Mr. Busta
    In No Limit,niggas don’t like playa haters
    We got them mothafuckin regulators
    Nine millimeter fully strapped
    Yo Cuz,bust motherfuckin caps

    Mo B. Dick:
    I’m just a playa from around the way
    I’m hustlin just to see another day
    Master P and Silkk,they gettin paid
    The No Limit soldiers,hey,they don’t play
    From New Orleans all the way to the Bay
    The Ice Cream Man you know that he don’t play
    He don’t play.He don’t play


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