Lyrics:
Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy
fall die
Them niggaz they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, niggaz
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
dry nd tha work run out
But do we have fear we got tha Drought
Tha Drought dats wen dem killaz come out
Dats wen tha jackin nd kidnappin
You'll b hearin
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
the next shit, the next shit
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin'
Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin'
The last batter
One time, for everybody who could rhyme
Two times, for anyone who stay kind
Three times, for the ones who use they mind
Four times for the people
my killers, this for all my dawgs
This for all my niggas that I just left behind the wall (Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm back fuckin' with raw
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Prodigy of the money ima doah child
Hah
Niggas jackin' yo shit I mean yo style
Freeze
Gorilla da gang like ouu ahh
Let it bang and it sang like boom bah
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
to Oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
And my nine was in my lap if
this fo' radio/
Yet they wanna play it tho/
Could it be the ill beat flow?/
Blowing up ya stereo/
Misfits stars o' the show/
Maybe that's why…
Hook:
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
Its
LTS on the beat, hoe
I'ma just slide through his block, and if he keeps on dissin' then there goes his top
New op, New op, I'ma just slide through
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by
(Glo made that beat?)
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, pussy
Dummy
Niggas linkin' up
(Everything K)
Get hit with them, killed 'em
(Big EBK,
and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me want to beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope
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