Return of da Don
Master P
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It's OK mayn! Yeah it's oahkay (it's oahkay mayn) They don't want to see you retire mayn (uh-ah) Why dey want to f*ck witchu? Why do they want to f*ck witchu? We don't bother nobody (nobody mayn) We don't bother nobody (nobody) unless somebody bother us They want to bring it now? (They want to bring it?) We can bring it dere mayn (We can do this mayn!) So fuckin' big (so big) so fuckin' big Run Forrest! Ha ha! I'm right behind you nigga so you can't hide You done fucked up now! Shay hello to my little friend! Yo hah yo hah yo hah yo Look what y'all made me do nigga, we just tryin' to live Crossed the family one time, and we ain't tryin' to forgive We ain't nothin' but some thug niggas that's, trapped in crime And how we end our beef? We click clack them nines I was taught at the beginning taught to win it Don't f*ck wit' me mayn! I got a short temper Niggas spreadin' rumors tappin' our phones make a nigga, want to do bad ? get money stashed ? on his ass Foreign cars with at least a hundred on dash (You thought you'd be paid right?) But not this rich Thought about a, 4 or 5, then a brother betta', cop me a 6 Now find me in the studio somewhere, droppin' hits Overlookin' the product somewhere, choppin' bricks We makin' the hood, or we gon' take it to the hood Yeah we gangsters difference between us and y'all We make it look good Take e'rything deep go all out Said e'rything y'all know what we about If you a soldier, then raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags But if you a soldier, then raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags Now if you a soldier, raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags But if you a soldier, raise your rags But if you a hater, you better hide your flags I told y'all the ghetto was a trap, but y'all fools didn't listen I mean you like to cut class that's why you always missin' Are you broke, are you old, are you rich, are you cold Are you mad at me 'cause yo' shit didn't go gold? Take a slug to the dome nigga boo-yaa boo-yaa 'Cause I squeeze the fuckin' trigger, ha ha! Now I'm back for revenge nigga, f*ck your friends I got automatic weapons that'll, do you in F*ck with Silkk, then you fuckin' with P But if you f*ck with my money, then you fuckin' with me See it's real out in the streets and y'all niggas be fakin We all about the cheddar y'all bout grits and bacon I'm bout gettin' paid for life, y'all bout livin' trife And that Benz that you lovin', I had it the other night Ya heard me? Hoody hoo! Two mo' nigga!
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Written by: NATHANIEL HALL, MICHAEL SMALL, JERMAINE DUPRI, PERCY MILLER
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