Silkk rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s, releasing records through Master P's label, No Limit Records. His self-titled debut, The Shocker, was released in 1996. Silkk was featured on Master P's 1998 hit, "Make 'Em Say Uhhh!" and had a minor rap hit with his own single that same year, "It Ain't My Fault," featuring label-mate Mystikal. Silkk also performed with R&B singer Mya on the second single released from her self-titled debut album, "Movin' On." In 1999, Mya and Silkk collaborated on the lead single from his album "Made Man." The track, titled "Somebody Like Me," went on to become one of the year's top-selling singles on the Billboard charts. Since then, Silkk has released two additional solo albums: "My World, My Way" in 2001 and "Based On A True Story" in 2004. Neither release generated the same success he enjoyed in the late 1990s. Silkk was also featured on World Wrestling Entertainment's Wreckless Intent album, which was released on May 23, 2006. The song he performed on the album, I'm Comin', has since been used as the theme song for SmackDown! wrestler M.V.P. Silkk also performed former SmackDown! wrestler Orlando Jordan's theme song, Do It Big.
Ghetto 211
Silkk The Shocker Lyrics
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We ain't got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck,
Niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
Armed robbery
[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like see,
When you see me bow down, address me a master like P
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
Nigga T-are-you's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
That be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
I smash, I'm up in your house
Chorus:
'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
[Silkk the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
P would you blast
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
If the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
Hits them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
Be like, 1 for the money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
Be like 3 for all my cash
(Master P: Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
How you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
An that's how we ride
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
Chorus
[Master P]
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
Ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month,
It's yo' last day
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
Fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninety-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
It's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
Y'all niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, it's time to ride,
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the South Side
Chorus
[Master P]
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
But that's what I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
'cause we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
Y'all think about it
The lyrics of Silkk The Shocker's song "Ghetto 211" describe the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, where armed robbery is a common occurrence, and violence is just a way of life. The song begins with Master P stating that they don't have any money and are planning to rob a crack house for some dope. He then talks about how the muthafuckin' police don't give a damn as niggas are robbing niggas in the ghetto.
Silkk The Shocker then starts rapping about his gangsta life, comparing himself to famous gang members like T and C. He talks about his murderous tactics that have his enemies scrambling for cover. Silkk also mentions his twin Glock handguns, which he compares to Tamira and Tia, two characters from the TV show Sister, Sister. He emphasizes his dominance over others and commands them to address him as a master like P. The chorus acknowledges that Silkk is both a hustler and a killer who doesn't care if he has to murder another ghetto nigga.
Line by Line Meaning
We ain't got no money
We are low on funds
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
We plan to visit a crack house and acquire drugs through illegal means
Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck,
Police authorities don't care about the situations in the ghetto
Niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto...
Robbery is rampant in the ghetto
I got twin glock like Tamira and Tia
I own two Glock guns
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an you'll get X-ed just like Mia
Anyone who tries to confront me will meet the same fate as Mia when she was killed in the TV show 'Hitz'
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera like see,
I portray characteristics of gangsters from my gang TRU
When you see me bow down, address me a master like P
I'm considered a master like Master P in this environment
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes, trees
My violent tactics induce an adrenaline rush in people who hide in bushes and trees
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the hookers
I'm trying to acquire money and drugs to sell to the prostitutes
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in your time card
It's time to clock out from work as I rob you
WHy you do what you do, because like times hard
People are forced to indulge in illegal activities because of the difficult times they face
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
This is where you hop and load your guns
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
I visit your block and monitor everything you do (this never stops)
Bitches be like aw, off of some dumb shit, I runs this
Women complain unnecessarily but I'm still in charge
Nigga T-are-you's my click when I come thick I cruise wit
TRU is my gang and we cruise together when there is intense violence
(TRU!) a gang of niggas
TRU is a group of people who always stick together
That be down to ride on yo' set
They are ready to ride on your area/territory
Niggas be trippin, cock the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
People try to confront us and we retaliate with guns
Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
I know how to get money and I time the explosions in my violent acts
I smash, I'm up in your house
I invade your house and kill you
'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
I am a hustler and killer and I don't care about the consequences
If I murder another ghetto nigga
If I kill another person from the ghetto
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Police try to arrest me but I escape through the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house
Master P and I are counting money and cutting drugs in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James
Master P and I are the baddest/thought to be the best brothers since Billy and Jessie James (Old West bandits)
P would you blast
Master P, would you use your gun?
(Master P: Hell yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
Yes, I would use my gun too
If the nigga so much as tests me (Bloom!)
If someone tries me, I will retaliate
Hits them wit all between the seem
I will shoot them in every opening/spot that appears on their body
(Master P: Dump the bitch like Hakeem the Dream)
Like Hakeem Olajuwon, I will get the better of them
I'ma hit that nigga wit 21
I will shoot the person 21 times
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I will shoot them 17 times
I got that K with the beam
I have a gun with a laser sight
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
I will get the money
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team
We are not wrestling, but we are tagging in and out during our violent acts
Be like, 1 for the money
Say, 'one' when talking about money
(Master P: I be like 2 for the dope)
I say 'two' when talking about drugs
Be like 3 for all my cash
Say 'three' when talking about all the money I have
(Master P: Nigga fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
Just dance and have a good time
One eighty-seven that I peels caps
I will kill people
(Master P: I murder!)
I will also kill people
Niggas get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
People get dealt with and robbed
How you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black
Don't mess with us just because we are black
(Master P: A ghetto robbery)
We are conducting a robbery in the ghetto
An that's how we ride
That's how we do things
(Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde)
We are robbing people from the south to the west side of the country
1, 2, 3, it's yo' birthday
It's your birthday
Ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month,
People don't show love or compassion on the first of every month as they need money and are in survival mode
It's yo' last day
This is your last day to live
See I be jackin, my nigga Silkk be packin
I am robbing while Silkk carries the guns
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't actin
I am killing people for real, I am not acting
It's no substitutes on this shit, this is the real shit
I am serious and genuine about what I am doing
Fuck what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
I am ready to murder anyone despite what they have heard about me
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you hoes?
Give me my money and drugs and I'll be on my way, I don't love prostitutes
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninety-skrilla, bitches in the body bag
I don't care about how people feel, people are dying on the streets
It's time to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
It's time to shoot you and leave you lying there to die
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny farm
'This is not a place where people are happy. This is real life and I am killing people
Down South they jackin,robbed, an they packin
In the South, people are being robbed by gang members who also carry guns
Puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Putting people in the trunk of a car and driving away, who's willing to challenge that?
Wanna take a ride, ride around the block,
Do you want to go on a drive around the neighborhood?
It's time to go, ain't no love where I'm from
It's time to leave because love doesn't exist where I am from
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo' bitch
People are killing for cocaine and also your girlfriend
I don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch
I don't love any woman and I don't trust them either
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my dick (Damn)
Women pursue me because of my fame in the hope of being with me sexually
Y'all niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, it's time to ride,
People are angry at me for being famous, so it's time to retaliate
Y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
People need to be more aware of their surroundings and what's going on
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but I'm tellin y'all niggas
I'm not trying to educate you, but I'm still trying to tell you to be aware
Watch ya ass an trust nobody
Be careful of everyone and don't trust anyone
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives like John Gotti
It's survival of the fittest in the ghetto like it was in the life of John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart
Gang members will put a short/midsize gun to your heart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we gotta fuck you
In the ghetto you have to get revenge if someone does you wrong
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to ride
It's time to go and retaliate
I ain't got no money, I might just pull a jack
I don't have any money, so I might just plan a robbery
But that's what I might do
I am just contemplating, I haven't decided yet
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do what you gotta do
I'm not promoting or pressuring you to commit a robbery, you have to make your own decision
'cause we Bout It! We rowdy!
We are daring and violent
But who gives a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
We don't care if we kill or hurt each other, we just want to survive
Y'all think about it
Think about all the things I've said
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