Lyrics:
listen to tunes, I'm amused alone
Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team
Depression on the stalk again
My best friend is an inhaler
yuh hard
Man ago kill yuh like dutty dog
Badman a yard is badman a broad
Then, bwoy drop like Berlin wall
When this gun start bursting
Bwoy draw fuss
knows peace is finer
It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
We're picked down and buried by china
Oh, how we're deplored
I glad did it for the world
Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018
I'm here with David
This is our first session
We're just gonna talk about your background
Where you're from, any
shit out
Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavailiable to come
microphone and pull up at your Mami's home
Jump out on the dumb shit, speaking through this drum clip
Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill shit
Cypher
in a Wraith
Damn this thing a race whose the better man
Guess it's me cause I always had a better plan
Too advanced like I landed straight from Japan
Tell me I'm only dreaming and I'll believe you
Can't see how this could be true
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise
I look for explanations
of them sirens I dont buzz
Pick a cop that bugs me amateurs
[Chorus]
[Skit]
Oh man I'm out of gas
Let me stop by this house and see if anyboody in there
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed 'em
you made me what I am
You made me a man
Boys with their barbies and girls with toy armies
We don't have to play by their rules
Boys staying
I've seen 'em do when any man retires
Then old Oney's gonna tell me
From now on I'm free to do what I desire
He'll present me with that little old
a famous trumpet man
From out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that
No one else could play
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie
should start by saying yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room
I got to give her game proper
Spit it so she get
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
baby, I'm a G-boy
Hashtag street-boy, wrong one to fuck with
Cross me at your own risk, play to get back, you can trust this
I am far from average,
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
woman and kids
B**** n****s stop b****in' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send
in the test room surrounded by your soldiers
The only way out is in a body bag
Defend your life by bludgeoning hits to their heads
Detached from their
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
Oh you niggas wanna get deep?
Niggas wanna kick knowledge?
Y'all niggas ain't deep man, y'all niggas lost me
Soon as you steady tryna tell me
hypest man in your army another casual-ty
Slow like demise I crept on those that slept
Droppin my rhyme science like I'm Imhotep
Application of mind over
really really really turned me out
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout
He really taught really me how
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
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