And motherfuckers better low, 'cause I gotta get it I got a nine motherfuckers so deal with it And get a beat from a fiend every fuckin' minute I wear a
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a 9 motherfuckers so deal with it and get a beat from a fiend everytime I wear a bulletproof vest so nigga go up in it, and I dont give a fuck if niggaz
before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long
drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin' Plus Interscope be bullshittin' Scott Pippen This is not livin' Livin' is when you working a
L.A. time That's a three-hour difference So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call me Blaze Sky walker
the cess Killed the stress Rottin away in the Midwest I guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P
the juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
the Lord.. my soul to take.. (UNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH) [Master P] Did I live my life as a killer, did I grow up with the thugs? See I coulda been a
me Real killers gon' die with me Real soldiers gon' ride with me Real killers gon' die with me Look into these eyes of these thug niggas Ex-drug dealers
give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember
so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like D.E.E.P. You wanna go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
made best friend to fight yo, like '98 live Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife Well then it's true, that I lost a daughter Niggas get a
get out And they are the directors who are dead and [Unverified] Even down south in Atlanta Police play the pawn for their master It's a disaster, practicing who can kill
people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P] It's a
die from the stratus, splatter and capture the crowd this hip-hop shit, me and planet mastered the style every ryhme i spit, its just a paid dues while
Now if you had my eyes then you'd see what I see A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the m-i-c Who I be? the generation of the next mc's Who believe
