Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Major Players, artist - Master P. Album song Starring Master P, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Major Players |
Yo, what’s up Mean Green |
This one here for everybody out there doing |
They thug thing Major player Whether they |
Grinding, hustling, flipping things, ya’ll know |
What I mean |
If it don’t fold, if it don’t ching ching |
Then you ain’t a real soldier, if you can’t maintain |
If it don’t fold, if it don’t ching ching |
Then you ain’t a real soldier, if you can’t maintain |
Now mama can’t be compared to no other broad |
Cause I spit that mental and keep (Shhh) |
Them niggas peeling off Franklins |
Franky # 1, I’m on the force checks in my hands |
Most demand to be man’s thugs Mrs |
I piss on all you so-called fire starters |
And all you fakes claiming flow I’m known to touch |
Your water I started with a quarter flip my way to six figures |
Ground work down and dirty hustling like a nigga |
I figured ain’t no sense in sleeping if my kids ain’t eating |
And ain’t no sense in you creeping if you ain’t treating |
I’m seeking dollars if you with me baby follow me |
Trying to buy a key like it’s a ticket out of poverty |
But every key don’t always open up a friendly door |
On the other side might be the law so |
Plain strategies clean your g’s and keep it coming |
Don’t be another ghetto child hustling for nothing |
(Uhhhhhhh) |
I’m a ball till I fall nigga pops wasn’t home |
Put it in a zip lock bag or either ride with the chrome |
I thank god for my big cousin Jimmy nigga taught me how to hustle |
See life is like a puzzle always in and out of trouble |
From the jail to the street we hustle till we weak |
From a quarter to a key nigga momma gotta eat |
See this ghetto got me crazy |
And if it wasn’t for no limit could they pay me |
Two million in the bank for the babies |
Independent black owned is why they pay me |
(What What What) |
Now look dollars I’m trying to fold |
Three keep me rolling like wheelchairs |
See I’m from the south I love east and west |
Just like I lived there Ran the streets with my thugs |
Often I sold (Shhh) I’d be lying if I’m tell you i’m doing |
This rap stuff strictly out of love I’m in it for the money |
But ya’ll can keep the fame and all that |
Bitch let it be known that my name I bring like all that |
Hate me that I got riches Hate that I got bigger |
Even got picture of me flossing in drop 6s |
I like to have things and I don’t like to dream |
Picture my benz riding rubber 20s so I put em on 19s |
Aim high my dream house cost about 6 mil |
I wanna step out the house cause I paid boy |
About six bills No limit and mean green you gotta |
Like respect our flow Respect our dough |
Respect that we trying to get some more |
Major players do what they want You haters |
Do what ya’ll can I’m trying to bury money |
Understand For my real g’s 100s and grams |
See I’m a no limit soldier so I’m a represent |
If it don’t fold or ching ching, then it don’t make sense |
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Yeah and there it is |
What’s up this is the Mean Green |
Wanna explain to you about maintaining |
Remember the days ya’ll |
Us black folks had love for each other |
We wasn’t jacking each other for cars and clothes |
You know we was maintaining |
We grew up in a materialistic ass world |
Gotta get away from that |
Now it’s time for us soldiers to step up |
Be proud to be who we are |
As we groove into this new millenium |
You know It’s time for us to make our kids proud |
Time to take care of our families like we supposed to |
That’s what’s important Major players, well |
We do what we want Haters, stand on the side |
And do what they can And that is |