Lyrics:
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
all day, I sway bitches, they slay, patiently wait for my day
They got to say I'm the goat, Young nigga wants respect
But I got to get it from niggas
For selling the tales, of young black males
Yes nigga
N-I-G-G-A, niggas
Yes niggas (young black male)
Ayy nigga you can't handle that shit, nigga
anytime 'the day
And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
[Young hustler:]
Aw go 'head with all that shit
[Old hustler:]
up in the parks while a nigga shoots
Before you tell them salute you from the male
When master of the music is like addicate
Before you get played you
People in the place don't put D down
I'm the microphone master the best around
There's not too many of my type
And all rap titles I will swipe
You'll
you detect that thing
The others have been missing
That thing for which young boys have been found blatantly wanting
But a man, a real man, possess it
People, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
Everybody, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
We're gonna make it
Superman for as long as you can
Wondering what's the purpose without living a life so grand
The worst hand is having the world without a master plan
I
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
respect loyalty & honor
Yeah respect loyalty & honor
Yeah respect loyalty & honor
It's all you need
Respect loyalty and honor
I saw the track title started
bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga flip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'
Underground King Pin, title dependant
Master P or should I
Uh-oh (young man went out and made a name for himself)
Yeah
Dr. Seuss (Dr. Seuss)
Drop it on 'em
Young man went out and made a name for himself
murdered the old and the ugly. Discarded them to use their bodies for soap, lamp- shades and even to feed their guard dogs.
I was a young girl child in
Big Stepper learn the steps
Earn respect with connects 'cause
My word was kept (Yes)
Swerve the 'Vette like Sean
Paul for more medicine
Fur gon' slip,
My city
Straight outta Baltimore, that flock ima rep
My fam
My parents hustlers they got my respect
Do em dirty and my sis then ima come for ya neck
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
the water on the pedestal the flower start bloom
I been waiting for this moment since I came up out the womb
You don't really know about the young boy Ave
Get
gonna split
Ahhhhh shit
Who make y'all scream the loudest
Who dought it
That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get
with game (No Limit niggaz)
Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high)
[Chorus: Master P]
Give em weed, and Hennesey,
on you
If you shed like a snake
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your
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Won't succeed being an
Artist as much as being a politician i
Have no room for anybody lacking compassion
For themselves you must respect
Yourself put
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