[master p] Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey [silkk the shocker] Seems it's a trip what niggas
through a t with a sharp knife I never seen more niggas in my whole life Chorus x4 [king george] God damn, what they got you for man [master p] Aww man
a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain't lookin and nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain't watchin now who stoppin ya'll suckas I swore to be a man, killa
master p or call me Al Capone a nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart pushed up the street by a dope fiend took to
a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a
represent your motherfuckin' set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin' head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a
is more cream than master p Big d-u-b, man it's never easy Being a c-z-a-r Feel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? You
a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1..
emphasis a white guy can be waiting Satan he holds my hand oh lord I hope your listening come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride) inside I
, while this alkie mic control it Takin over, catashtrophe he rollin like a boulder Like master p told ya, you a soldier; I'm posted Like a vulture on a branch on a
up nigga..) (nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..) (
worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a
put my hand on a bible But you cowards start singing, like American Idol Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year
c: Just a bunch of dead motherfucking japanese Master p: Jumped in the car and backed to the rich Bonnie and clyde or should I say gangsta shit (chorus) A
hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big Ed] Man I don't know man I was trippin' and shit [Master P] Come on man
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo right hand over
/master p] I trust nobody x2 [master p] One by one in this century Brothers are dying getting killed And sent to penitentary's And your right hand man