Master P:
   Yo, C
   I'd like to mourn the dead (Kevin Miller)
   And acknowledge the livin'
   Know like they say
   You can tell a nigga
   How you feel when they here
   This is for all those livin stars out there
   The ghetto legends (real niggas)
   Niggas thats really doin the hustlin on the corner
   (love these thug niggas, ya heard me)
   Know what I'm sayin, makin it happen
   Niggas in the rap game, changin their lives
   Silkk, C-Murder, Master P (haha)
   And all the other real mutherfukin ballers out there (freedom)
   Motherfukin rookies to the veterans
   This is all the real niggas makin it happen
   Bitch check it, ya heard me
   C-Murder:
   Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame
   Jump in the game and you expect my life to change
   I looked up to all the ghetto superstars
   Shit, I used to trip when they call a female a bitch
   I'm just another lost soul in the world
   Destination unknown, Tryin to make it home
   And Three strikes, a nigga gone
   All alone in the muthafukin end zone
   On the football field with my head down
   I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
   Damn, will I ever see the other side
   I'm this close from doin another drive by
   Now I don't really want to make another mother cry
   But these niggas, they playin with my fukin pride
   Now why, they wanna put me in this gangsta shita
   Cause all I wanna do is sell a million discs
   Chorus:
   Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend
   Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend
   Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
   Now put my name in the hall of fame
   (x2)
   Master P:
   Say my name
   What bitches screamin for
   A little skinny nigga learn to hustle and ball
   Grew up in the projects
   Ran with killers and dealers
   No Limit Soldiers keep in the family, no nigga
   Don't hate me for planting seeds
   C-Murder got the gifts
   I got the hennesey and weed
   We only run with ghetto stars ???
   Like Big Boz, Hot Boyz known for 1-87
   2-11, Real niggas made it out the hood
   Word seven bigger figures
   And you know its all good
   Chorus:
   Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend
   Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend
   Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
   Now put my name in the hall of fame
   (x2)
   C-Murder:
   Livin' legend, livin' legend
   One who'll raise on top against all obstacles
   No matter friend or foe
   And we kick it, Ugh