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just way too nice so you always see my music on the shelf
I've been on the G.O.A.T. for so long that they never hype a niggas up
So I guess I gotta do
The legacy of our master, his soul lives on
Run it dry, way overheated
For the masses are blind, only one-track minds
Make it burn, blow up its fuse
We've
bruises are beginning to show
The only way she knows how to take it is blow by blow
Strapped to the rack with a slap on the ass should make her eyes
Glow
I
made your point can't take it back
Too late for that
Hate my voice
Hate my raps
Hate the way I'm lacing tracks
Hate the way my flow expose their gangsta
the way
From this land of revelation
Here I am Allah (Here I am)
For no one but you (No one but you)
Labbayk Allahumma (Labbayk Allah)
I surrender to you
make you know what we did
have the whole world wonderin what Silkk The Shocker, Master P did
see it ain't no limit, it's only the beginnin
why cuz all
nigga with guts got to get past
Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
So peace
this problem I can't shake
No matter what I do
I know I gotta make a way
If I struggle everyday
If I'm thriving if I ain't
I'm not hiding m.i.a.
Reach
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it
Fulfilled his task and paved the way, he paved the way
This is the master plan
Bringing us back to him
He's got some work at hand that we are meant to do for
to teamfights
About to make that money
Throwing out that bandage toss
I'm looking for some new friends
Okay! Where are we going?
Aww, wait, hey no, come back!
You
your proof in the booth like a spy
Getting on his last nerve feeling like dead weight
Acting like a bastard waiting for his head shake
Confronted by
Crazy how I thought I was in love with you
Crazy how I fell for that bullshit
I was blinded by your love and nothing else
Had me under your spell,
fake ballers, you know what to do
(Master P In Background)
Girls, We Like Dem Girls
We Gotta Have Them Girls
We Like Dem Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls
I was just a young boy tryna make the NBA
A savage by twenty-one, it's a knife if you in the way
Cuttin ya off, Cuttin ya off, feeling like a young
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.
You might feel it but I ain’t selling you hope
Free your mind before your body ‘cause we gotta be woke
For the movement’s movin and make doers doing…
a damn what they say
I'm a keep my head up, I'm a make it to the top, now tell me who gon' ride for me?
Tell me will you ride for me?
Tell me will you
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
to make affluence
And I know it's all worth it
People sing my songs and I'm sure you've heard it
But accusations still come on occasions and for that there
not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes
I got a masters in cutting
I'm teaching classes
I do this for my mother's hair
Now it relaxes building closets
Tell your master, I will not be waiting
Waiting for destruction, destruction makes me sick
Tell your master, I am so much better
Better than you
I'ma let em have it, take em for a ride, damn he wants to make me set it off
I'ma bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never
creation
Welcome aboard my spaceship
Where words become the clay and
Sculptures of sound I make 'em
Masterpieces
This my master thesis
One of my baddest
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