Lyrics:
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
sending shots up at the opps and that’s on brothers too
And that’s what the last nigga said before he met the murder tool
Some niggas playin games up in
featuring Master P
Verse 1 (Master P)
Put his face on a T shirt
and say ashes to ashes and dust to dirt
I live my life nigga
like my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we
us
And connected us to
Alberto
To master the songs
And then when
I started working
On some of these
I was like
I should
Hit up Alberto
He's
was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
When I'm looking up into
The night sky
I can see the Fiber Stars
Glimmering as they pass by
I start wondering who am I
I got a feeling that I'm gonna
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
master
cnd one day you met a girl from the west
You gave life but it wasn't intended
cll of that wasn't part of the quest
You was misled by a witch
True
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
the future then Idk what to ask for
I'm just ah 803 baby, baby forever that!
So Carolina you prolly hear it in every rap...
Not the north, ah southerner til
the master if he
Mastered the art of chatting to fabric
My sonic screwdriver has the mic locked
You're a colonizer in knee high docs
I know the Ancient One
Is
deserve nothing
Don't get what I prefer, what if?
Stop bitching bout all the shit that's happening and wait for your fucking turn,brother
Still ain't
wanna play in the game, oh
I met you at a bus stop, told me your name
Now you're like a brother, now you're playing the game
And all we'll ever be is
here!
I'm sure I shall
You will be the drawing master
To my sister and to me
Though she learns a little faster
A disaster I will be
We're the product
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
to
Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used
to
Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border
Well, met her at Guy's in the second world war
on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
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