Lyrics:
hands while I make you, while I make you-some-ramen
Send some noods your way
Know you love that babe
Let me fill your bowl, let me cleanse your soul
Know
show up at the track and I make your ass run faster
From the classroom to the lab to the gym I'm on my grind
What's this work-life balance? For me
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.
came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic
Clap back on the beat (Yes sir)
Finding my way through the middle
Singing with a flow, pace master I'm the key (All fact)
Gotta make it sentimental
For
need a ring I'm still the master
And he prefers it when I'm like Ms. Parker
I make it rain like he need a parka
And bus and dip like I'm doin' drive
[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up?
[Ann:] Wuz up?
[Master P:] Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come,
of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil
You spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad for you
I
He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway
Aiming for your skull, yeah I'm flexing on you that a way
So if you pulling a tool, nigga you better
the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river
Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold
Master Jack
You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them
never reach the bar too
high
Im the only king
Cut your fucking hose for me
Block those bitches for me
Delete the finsta for me
Here’s the master
[master p]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
make you tense, stressed, unemotional, and willing to hurt others to get your way if you feel you lack control somehow
Most times, this need for control comes from
a longer way than Benson and Hedges
[Pete Nice]
The measures and levels of rhythm and scratch peaks
Speaks with fingers, the master of Technics
[MC Serch]
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm
I be thinking I should wait for em'
Always here making plays for em'
I tried to help with the moves you make
The time is now before it's too late
But
love across the land
I want you to, Imagine a place abandoned by hate
Wait, first things first you have to fathom the way
Late fashion ain't happening
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
with all your might
Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night
Its Jalil y'all, your master rapper
And when I'm on the mic its a sheer
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