Lyrics:
[Chorus: Kandi (Missy)] why y'all don't really want to fuck with me My click D double E to the P (Ah!) I put two in ya side Flow in ya doe in ya
Como?! Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz P-I-T slash Q-be -O-N. Get it right baby From the bottom, to the ATL Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park Haa!
[Chorus 4X: Master P] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb [Master P] I like them
Cause murder is an everythang thang (Chorus) Its an everyday thang Verse 2 (Master P) I couldn't find a job so I started slanging
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green
cash, more Hoes (what, what, what) Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek No need to dress warm, I Brought plenty of heat Y'all can't do nothing with this here
featuring Master P Huh nigga what? Master P: Ugh!! Thugs need love too!!!!(x4) Verse 1 Master P: I live my life fast
selling drugs I'm a tru member, cause I'm tru to da game Ask P, I got tru blood running though my veins I'm a soldier, leutinent, all my tank dogs
soilder not a lover. master p I wanna thug with ya make love wit cha some some bud wit cha sit in hot tubs wit cha I got the hook up baby girl so holla
keep the P in it/ northwest is where I keep my post at/all my dogs from the soil be on yo ass like kojak/ big dog out the cage I got my mojo back/ time
I'm stuck (OK) thinking bout' all the shit I don't need (Yeah) I be thinking bout selling these P's (OK) I been thinking about copping a piece (OK) Told
out here pushin p now I cant shoot the shit i had to catch em on the rebound Heard you peons out here pushin p I cant shoot the shit i had to catch em
me Soul in the air, I take what I see, dealing with P-A-I-N got the appetite of a lion, she run whenever I'm in it And you know zip not lying I want
Why she really miss me Live too long Every day I'm in misery Pourin' up the Hennessy Put a new beam On the end of my M&P Pistol to my head I'm unstable
I miss my real niggas, feel like ain't none of em left (R.I.P) I'm bout to cop me an cR and hope it comes with a Tek (blat) I'm tryna hop off
feet Baddie in the valley, she ain't for the streets Think that resembles me, no cap, just keep it P When I say keep it P I mean keep it player I got
days when I get my p I invest (how fun) Big ups Vanguard (gang) and their 80/20 LifeStrategy Fund Sounds boring but it's actually fun Not really, but I
won’t chase you I’m organized watch how i replace you Watch how i replace you Master p yes i got the hook up My competition they looking shook up I’m
in the valet my white T smells just like a P When I say P I mean a pound when I say T I mean a town So take these P's to the T Let's go in the key
come over, rings wrapped on my shoulders Pushin P, When I stroke ya Weak knees, girl, I told ya Know we done gotta hold ya Yeah, you love it here, then
cop a P I ain't got no love for a bitch, I always keep it P, I'm on Rodeo drive, I'm bout' to have a shopping spree, You know I'm moving on my dolo,
a jetski I always record cause she let me No 1080p I film it like i'm Scorsese Touching herself on a T when in public she thinking of me I might just
these kids who chat sh*t S*ck record company dick. Frost P, I keep it gutter. Still bills I'm payin', still for meals I'm prayin' In
the field Put on my ski, call up P I'm tryna shoot some threes And Errin was my nigga, why I took his beef And on the other end I heard The whole city wanna
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