[featuring silkk the shocker]
Silkk wassup fool?
Silkk we gonna do this like real muthafuckinand' gand's.
Silkk time to take two in your fuckinand' back
Master p young silkk the shocker in this bitch
Master p bout that drama
Master p no limit
[silkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckinand' die bitch
Talkinand' that muthafuckinand' shit
I run with tru
I gives a fuck about who you run with
Bitch we run this shit
Nigga it be no limit for life
Across my stomach
Runninand' is a bitch for the simple fact that i got drug money
Got it for fifteen gand's or more
I ainand't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then imand'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ainand't no luv in this bitch
I got a slug for a trick
Itand's and'95 my nigga, but i be livinand' large and rich
Gotta break and'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police canand't catch
Me
Nigga wassup? (murder)
Fool
Gettinand' high up off that indo
Niggas gettinand' high and'n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
Nigga fade me
Think iand'm crazy?
Nigga, i do this shit daily
Iand'm bout that drama
[master p chorus]
Iand'm bout that drama, iand'm bout that drama
No limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No limit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
Drama
We bout that drama
Givinand' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[silkk]
Bitch i been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ainand't gonand' fuckinand' stop
My bullets ainand't got no name
And plus my trigga ainand't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
Iand'm quick as fuck
Nigga iand'm rollinand' in this fuckinand' cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga i falls for that bitch and ducks this
Nigga donand't need to run though
Cuz iand'm knockinand' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchinand' the block
And the glock cock
Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
It be known iand'm from the southside
Bitch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedinand' trynaand' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Canand't catch me bitch iand'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and iand'm on and cool
How you gonand' catch me when the police ainand't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you i get dead presidents
Before i die iand'm bust more fly
For and'97 p and silkk gonand' sell a billion.
*master p chorus and talking*
