Lyrics:
The King
Who can make you a better son
He's the better Father
Love He has to offer
With open arms
He's waiting for you to come
You know
You know
that's all I build with
A child of the universe
My religion is life and it's just as valid
I strive for balance
My way might not be your way
But
the gangsters meet
Son of slave master keepin' it goin' goin' goin'
Goin', goin', goin', goin'
How much do you want for that real dope beat? (How much?
put some of them in there
and arrange them in a splendid way.
You see how magnificent this present is for the Sultan.
Now you have no excuse so please
see white
Death for a price, by the shotty left of the vice
My only advice is I'm a thug, nigga, now ride once killas
See you don't wanna test my tank
and careerists to make famous as long as they got what it takes, meaning, ready to humiliate themselves in every thinkable way, in the new form of entertainment.
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
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it's Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood,
on Valley Way, someone would say
"You're not a captain of a ship, or a master of the sky"
No, the fisherman didn't care, and so neither did I
And for
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
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
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
[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,
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
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 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
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
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]
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
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
[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
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