real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch Master P-Bout that drama Master P-No
gonna do it again Hah nigga what Mp be my name >from the ghetto to fame Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh) Got the world screaming my name >from
they sisters, they cousins And niggas would kill they own mother Behind some rock cocaine But this is some shit that I don't understand Them bullets ain't got no names
that will fuck you the worst Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now You ain't down cause I trust nobody [chorus/master p] I trust nobody x2 [master p] One
, to Inglewood To the motherfuckin' world, nigga Mack Dime, Mystikal, and Master P They know, P, they know, they know, nope, what's up P Made niggaz
flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga Ice
Better Get Cha Mind Right What What , Huh what [4x] [Soulja Slim] One lonely Soldier I be The last real nigga still down with Master P I do this for
a tortilla nigga [Verse 6: Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe] Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master
made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna
triggers at, aim at them fitted caps He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin
them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get
them triggers at, aim at them fitted caps He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get
don't know... [GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid" I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did" "How many rhymes you got, or who
care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know
on wax While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track [Kuniva] Im the alcohlic Bring catastrophy to others Make you see murder like master p
nigga stressed god blessed got his name on a tombstone some of my friends go out before me and I walk that path I spray paint your name on the wall
don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy Ice got beef and this ain
them Then drowned them in the dust To win is a must Powered by Living Legends Sponsored by Heavenbound My name is Scarub I got a question for ya [Chorus] [PSC] P