Master P: Syrup Is Killing This Whole Generation

says the man who used to ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this... All his songs were about was selling drugs. I got the hook up, ice cream man, etc. ..P, just stop. You did your thing with No Limit, which I respect, but stop at the DARE bs.

i wonder if he'll speak on pimp c

@ proud racist AKA brothadee AKA 42 year old itsdareal . Please take your meds were really worried about you

( Ghetto D Lyrics Master P Ft: C-Murder & Silkk the Shocker [Master P] Imagine substituting crack for music I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers ("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this") [Master P] Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records ("Ma ma ma make crack like this") Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha [C-Murder] Let me give a shoutout to the D Boys (drug dealers) Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but'll ride to pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked wrong Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You gets the baking soda, I gots tha D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda for every seven grams of coke And shake it up until it get harder Then sit it on the stove in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it rock and rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powder is crack Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked [Hook: repeat all 4X] Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope [Silkk the Shocker] My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla cakes) I had it all in powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a caine Trust nobody but my guns and god ask Mac and Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin "d" choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C In Expeditions with uzi's Breakin' down two ki's Baby that's twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella ya-yo for scales Come up short on my money I'm jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas duck Cuz they know if I miss it ain't by much Then pick up a Glock that hold bout seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot befo he get got And I get rowdy That's why I acts like this But I still rides rims and them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) Cause I sold crack like this [Hook] [Master P] Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools comin up short, you better get rowdy Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use B-12 Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele Check the mayonnaise jar for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you beep me You betta have twenty G's 5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money

Master P, if you could create a song that would catapult you back into relevance within hip-hop- whether that song be, "Sippin' Syrup" or "Leanin' Off Dat Lean"- you know, like we know, you'd jump at that shit! So, STFU! You ruined Southern Hip-hop!

Master P and the South killed hiphop.

Well...the title of the article catchy but one must look at the whole interview video on the Breakfast club to truly get what P is talking about. Truly the title does not represent his true views. The man is way more dynamic than this title. Title should be more like "Master P unleashed!..no one exempt!" I love hearing this man from the streets talk about getting educated and wanting to help those who reached out to him for his knowledge and experience. Young people take heed! His answers might not be popular but necessary for success! Thanx P then and now...Uhhhhhh!

Who is Master P? And I don't feel Syrup is ruining this generation because nobody knows who the hell he is either

Or spending $50k at the strip club on a weekly

Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Shooting is not Hip Hop