Lyrics:
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This No Limit boy tryin to do that dance
I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank
[Chorus One]
[Master P]
and all your rules
I despite you and your moves
Lower threshold pressed into
The hole gets deeper no bottom due
In the hall of the hanging serpents
In
Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes I
this out of my face i told you i don't want anything to do with
your dirty money
(master p)
what
(mercedes)
i told you you need
semis
Its a nightmare livin' in one o'these
We never dreamed it would end up like this
This housing estate just takin' the piss
Livin' on newt
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
broader
Brik by brik buil a Master
Every day a likkle laughter
Energy a likkle brawta
Wi move likkle faster
My life mi a author
Di journey wi after
Anytime
down in the hall of fame
Got the voice that stops you in your tracks
Put the wiggles up and down your back
We're the prize in your cracker jack
Sugarhill
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
Because I almost got a master's degree in that
And I wanted to be an African studies professor
Because I have a minor in that from Trenton State College
Now
In this big lake I’m the lock ness
I get the whole cake and clean up the mess
Don’t gotta put up a fuss
When the whole buss is up
Goth girl are you
Walk thru the Hall of Faith Cuz He Lives in Me
He the vine I'm the branch water flows through me
Glory shines on me, Photosynthesis
Is why the fruits
and assailing niggas
I'm paid in full and they're paling in Comparison ain't fuckin with ya
I'm master chiefing these beats while I'm master chiefing this green
on the latch
If you ever come back, if you ever come back
There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back
There'll be a smile
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you
and smashing your fgfd
Blinded by me you cant see the truth
Just call my name cause Ill hear you sign
Master
Master
Just call my name cause Ill hear you sign
master.
My master.
I shall make you
the happiest person in this world!
Oh, my!
It's a talking cat!
The youngest son got the cat
a bag and a pair
on my dreams
Know I'm coming with some Force so Imma do it by all means
But I gotta sit in class so I can run me a degree
I'm a Naturall to this shit can
little smelly pooplet
Of a guy
His name is Clive
Now don't get pressed by
Clive the Knee-Master his
Life's a disaster and he's
Going through disastrous
Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Master P]
Lookin' With The Homies
Remenising Bout The Old Days
Cookin' Dinner In Your Kitchen
Listenin'
I've become an expert in self destruction
Just when everything's going right
I start another fight
You've become a master in self delusion
Choosing
I've been high for five whole days
And I've been stuck in my old ways
Cause life is long just like hall ways
So I pass the time with a big old bag
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