Up to No Good (feat. Big Ed, Master P & Mia X)
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๐ Lyrics
I'ma powder y'all niggas nose with hollow tips nigga
One for the niggas, two for the bitches
Three 'cause No Limit up to no good, duck when you see the tape
Homicide when we ride, steady mobbin' is ya with me
I'm strictly on a mission, tearin' shit
Up in the city where the haters roam
Got a jones for wackin' domes with the chrome it's on
Even before the hat drop, gats pop, brains blown
Family members 'bout to get a phone call, oh
Catch ya mama 'fore she fall, he gone y'all
He shouldn't have never tried to salt shake a TRU bitch
Old school bitch, act a plumb fool bitch
Tooled up with a few extra clips
Got the hollow tips franked up with acid
Blastin' until I can't squeeze no more
Skeezers know for sure they can't seize this hoe
Hardcore mama drama Mia X
The biggest one, flashin' names when I flex (Shall we ride)
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
It goes one for my trigger, two for my crew
Three for my skrilla, tank dogs and T-R-U
Decapitatin' competition, niggas be wishin'
That they can do what he says is composition
Nigga all y'all trip, water gun shootin'
Fade out like zoot suits
Couldn't step to Big Ed in the bait or the boot
Shoots if he got the shots, I blow up the spot
Make it hot, I came out the womb bustin' rhymes like Glocks
Got the No Limit tank on date, old homies couldn't face me
So now they be enemies, cyanide lacin'
Forty-five hollow tips chasin', fly so at the lake and
Rippin' 'em tight, grippin' 'em right, nigga and now I'm facin'
OPD, nigga they can't see me
Steady mobbin', bust a left and hit the back streets, I'm Audi
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
I cooks it up and breaks it down and bring it back
Chop and bag it up then post up with some double up to get my scratch
MAC-11s in the cut for these suckers think they runnin' up
And get that ass touched and tucked
It's '97, ain't no room for no slippin'
Got hollows for that ass if you niggas think I'm bullshittin'
Ain't no stoppin' the fact, I'm on stack
And got to make my money back then I spit on these jacks fool
So ain't no shorts or no losses
Niggas dyin' young in this game and havin' pretty wooden coffins
Street blocked off, hella cops and yellow tape
Bomb shelters servin' niggas like vets hittin' figure eights
'Cause it ain't nothin' but the G in me
Westside crooked I from the F-O double B
Don't wanna see me 'cause I'm off into that hype shit
Tyin' niggas up, pullin' nuts with a pair of vice grips
Breakin' they ass for double figure fractions
And if there's any resistance get missin' in action
Bloody bodies layin' down in the black cab
It was hella sad, one down comrade
He was slippin' man, I heard he got stuck up
They say the whole fuckin' car got bucked up
Uh, though it holds, comin' from a street sweep
I done clocked a nigga slippin' now you're dead meat
Retaliation man, how can nigga retaliate
With no get back, I'm killin' niggas from the gates
Bloody dreams, I'm sippin' on a bloody 40
Nightmares, I walk into a bloody party
Now I'm screamin', bitch could you wake me up
Thought it was a knife that I stuck in my bitch guts
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas, two for the bitches
Three 'cause No Limit up to no good, duck when you see the tape
Homicide when we ride, steady mobbin' is ya with me
I'm strictly on a mission, tearin' shit
Up in the city where the haters roam
Got a jones for wackin' domes with the chrome it's on
Even before the hat drop, gats pop, brains blown
Family members 'bout to get a phone call, oh
Catch ya mama 'fore she fall, he gone y'all
He shouldn't have never tried to salt shake a TRU bitch
Old school bitch, act a plumb fool bitch
Tooled up with a few extra clips
Got the hollow tips franked up with acid
Blastin' until I can't squeeze no more
Skeezers know for sure they can't seize this hoe
Hardcore mama drama Mia X
The biggest one, flashin' names when I flex (Shall we ride)
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
It goes one for my trigger, two for my crew
Three for my skrilla, tank dogs and T-R-U
Decapitatin' competition, niggas be wishin'
That they can do what he says is composition
Nigga all y'all trip, water gun shootin'
Fade out like zoot suits
Couldn't step to Big Ed in the bait or the boot
Shoots if he got the shots, I blow up the spot
Make it hot, I came out the womb bustin' rhymes like Glocks
Got the No Limit tank on date, old homies couldn't face me
So now they be enemies, cyanide lacin'
Forty-five hollow tips chasin', fly so at the lake and
Rippin' 'em tight, grippin' 'em right, nigga and now I'm facin'
OPD, nigga they can't see me
Steady mobbin', bust a left and hit the back streets, I'm Audi
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
I cooks it up and breaks it down and bring it back
Chop and bag it up then post up with some double up to get my scratch
MAC-11s in the cut for these suckers think they runnin' up
And get that ass touched and tucked
It's '97, ain't no room for no slippin'
Got hollows for that ass if you niggas think I'm bullshittin'
Ain't no stoppin' the fact, I'm on stack
And got to make my money back then I spit on these jacks fool
So ain't no shorts or no losses
Niggas dyin' young in this game and havin' pretty wooden coffins
Street blocked off, hella cops and yellow tape
Bomb shelters servin' niggas like vets hittin' figure eights
'Cause it ain't nothin' but the G in me
Westside crooked I from the F-O double B
Don't wanna see me 'cause I'm off into that hype shit
Tyin' niggas up, pullin' nuts with a pair of vice grips
Breakin' they ass for double figure fractions
And if there's any resistance get missin' in action
Bloody bodies layin' down in the black cab
It was hella sad, one down comrade
He was slippin' man, I heard he got stuck up
They say the whole fuckin' car got bucked up
Uh, though it holds, comin' from a street sweep
I done clocked a nigga slippin' now you're dead meat
Retaliation man, how can nigga retaliate
With no get back, I'm killin' niggas from the gates
Bloody dreams, I'm sippin' on a bloody 40
Nightmares, I walk into a bloody party
Now I'm screamin', bitch could you wake me up
Thought it was a knife that I stuck in my bitch guts
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good
One for the niggas in the hood
Two for the bitches, three No Limit up to no good