Weed And Hennesey Songtext

Yeah niggaWe gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfuckerSilkk 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 PGive em weed, and Hennesey, and let's ride niggaLet's ride nigga, let's ride niggaWeed, and Hennesey, and let's ride niggaLet's ride nigga, let's ride nigga[Master P]Holla P! That mean fortune and fameScream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da GameA buncha, young niggaz gettin rich with platsHow many, thug niggaz still bustin the shotHow many killers comin up makin scrilla with changeHow many, young niggaz still down in the gameI couldn't, lose my soul tryin to make these endsI couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friendsI live the life of a young nigga wantin to ballI said, mama pray when I walk the hallsI got 3rd Ward niggaz throwin up the signMy little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to dieI live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdyI live the life of a rapper that's Bout It Bout ItI got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the platI got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppersI smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huhto forget about all that shit, uh-huh(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga)I smoke weed, and HenneseyJust to make it through the days manAll this bullshit I'm goin through[C-Murder]I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugsLeave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugsI'm homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind's under pressureYou leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggaz gon' test yaWe ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricksAin't no punks in my click, bitch ass niggaz be sickMy TRU G's gettin high off my lyrics, my present spiritAnd healthy niggaz shout for God hearinA coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die onceSo nigga let's get high, off these Hennesey and bluntsChorus[Silkk the Shocker]It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these foolsI know a million niggaz down to ride and still don't break the rulesI'm always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nightsAlways precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT!Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a NikeDisrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICENow watch a million niggaz follow me, like I was a fuckin idolThey're like vital signs of a line of niggaz deep in their thoughtscause there isn't no sunshineGet away from the one-time got caught sometimesbut other times, I got awayIf you a busta, you can't cop none if you a real, you can relateSee we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothersCouple partners couple cousins, other niggaz I really can't trustWeed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we rideWe strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin dieBlock to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERSAffiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZT.S. washin on fake niggaz, a bitch no fuckin LOVEWhen I grab for snap automatics come offlike dancers drawers in strip clubsAin't no thang, death with no motherfuckin painI lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the gameBut fake niggaz gonna drop, real niggaz stay on topTil my homey, came up deadHe said one of my niggaz workin with the fedsIt's time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trialsI plug shots in the motherfucker, you don't wanna dieChorus w/ variations[Master P]That's how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eightSilkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahahMy little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)Master P (Soldiers)Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told y)aAnd to them motherfuckin fake niggazWe gonna feed em hollow tipsCan't fade us, can't beat us, No LimitAin't no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright)TRU niggaz for life ya heard me? (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR)Ha-hahNineteen ninety-eight nigga