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