Here We Go Songtext

Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)Here we goHere we goHere we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)From the southto the westto the midto the east coastVerse One: Master PI got heroin and cocainesome call me the dope mana young nigga havin thangsA thug like Tupacwent from cheddar to cheesefrom powder to cooked rocksFrom the ghetto to the lakes(to the lakes3rd ward, Caliope)Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 statesGot more work than the mayor do (mayor do)it stick to niggas that talk shitlike a baller they bitch hair blueGot more corns than fritosGot more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin GirbaudsKeep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did ComptonHoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber_Got it Made_ like Special EdGot more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever hadAfter _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B._Hypnotize_ the rap industry like BiggieGoing _Federal_ like E-40Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tiltPuttin fools _On Hold_ like En VogueUsed to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and goldsChorus 2XVerse Two: MystikalWithout no businessits over for you before you get out the doorwhat the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already knowhuh nigga thats all on you to be on top of yearnBut by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learnAin't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friendsThat shit don't mix, this businessBe bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take yaMake sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape yamakin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patientyo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitinstackin paper off my workThem no good son of a bitches got me livin for concertsI done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the cityHumble cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for meI'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missinFuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo businessNo businessChorus 2XVerse Three: FiendI could end the world with one linebut I chose to make these hoes sufferFill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfuckerUncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feetCan't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep throughMy teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beatsMeltin needers off of technique and thats just when I speakSeek and you should find that my mind is beyondand yall niggas lines behind the times of my first linesShit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nineFor mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)And I ain't dying line goes the paper the chaseP done gave me the break for me to make some cakestill dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bakeThats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smokeCause this business makin me a weed conniseurMeet the have-been, one of the last men on this noteWho wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throatYou think you bad but bitch you never hadA nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford hadChorus till fade(Master P talking)To the motherfuckin south (the south)to the west (to the west)To the mid (to the mid)to the motherfuckin east (to the east)To the world (to the motherfuckin world)No Limit, here I come whenever we want toSeptember 2nd, get the fuckin world highbout my motherfuckin business, ha ha,Master P, Young Fiend and MystikalUungh!, bout it bout it