Lyrics:
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
Let this muhfucka know that I own my masters
Me he after, he think he master, (he think he master) he think he matter
Just like they say in
the serpent eyes
And told us certain lies, and each day a servant dies
But in the halls of Pharaoh the walls are narrow
And religion is like a prison
Wild winds are blowing in my face
Something has changed in this godforsaken place
A distant thunder roars in the horizon
Dark clouds are
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
can check my credentials
Master in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a teacher
From the master, from the master
I'm the epicenter of this
can check my credentials
Master in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a teacher
From the master, from the master
I'm the epicenter of this
he heard his master frown and say
No poor old bones could stand this life of mine
Dapple Rose he doesn't want you anymore
Times gone by you will
Study the game, you can say I'm in college
I feel like a greek, when I walk down the hall
Better than better, I'm liking the pressure
I stick to my plan,
that made in an hour
Send to my bro, text back "that's dope"
Come on swing by let's make a hit fosho
I think we should climb up this slope
Make it
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars
building a castle
To go with a lake
Brick-By-Brick
I'm Franklin Saint
Alexander couldn't be this great
Ah
Struggled but didn't complain
The bigger
smoking strong
I talk to Buddha he in the bong
Chopping your neck if you do us wrong
I'll blow this bitch up i'm Jun Tao
You niggas be dressed up in cheap
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
February, hahah
My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit)
Master P (Soldiers)
Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya)
in my mind
Yet to wake from hell
c game only when the words were cast
Till 39 years were gone and past
I am the master of this word
I am the master
of the soul when overcharged with awe
I knew the sound well
Threatened in the night by ghouls who wanna spook me
This ain’t feeling right, it’s nothing like in
by this window long enough
You get used to an empty room
And your love is some dust in an old man's cup
Who is tapping his foot to a tune
And your
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
Marching the wastelands
In Icecrown he walks
Carrying his burden
To the cold Frozen Halls
Dark as the night
He's untouched by the light
Lord
dip
That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score
On my pride I'm in my cammy
We bust at COINTELPRO we creamy like
Fuck that we Creamy Spies
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Spirit in the Night
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley tradin hands
Long came Wild Billy with his
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin' for
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