Lyrics:
[Intro]
Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think
I'll never speak on my people
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you laugh'll
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
a façade (façade)
'Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (judge)
'Cause these niggas crash dummies (crash dummies)
These niggas
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
I'ma knock the pussy out like Fight Night
Hit it with a left, hit with a right
I'ma knock the pussy out like Fight Night
Beat it with the left, beat
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
not in da plans
I`m dead serious like as in response I hit niggaz in the head
P.R. the thoroughbred comes through intellectual
I rap lyrical, always
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
While, you get nothin', we keep gettin' more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long
While, you get nothin', we keep gettin' more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long
to find a better way, I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say that I'm already there but who are
They to judge
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
wit 'em
Mami you rollin, get your clothin
You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open
I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari
Cause I been
International you local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, Son I solved em
Pulled him in my world
falling on my head
Fucking with them haters sleeping in my bed
[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't no limit to this shit ain't no gimmick
Master p good looking out
mum-mum-mum-mah
mum-mum-mum-mah
mum-mum-mum-mah
mum-mum-mum-mah
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me,
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
on you
And you aint got enough chip of what I'm sellin you (Ch-ching)
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim (Hm)
Cus if you keep ‘em on you gon die in
that shit
Or poppin' them P's or shooting up IV
The modern-day slave trade, they blew up the World Trade
Like out with the old in with the new world
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin' cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
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