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