G O D An' I'm trippin' Said, I'm trippin' I am 'The Bullgod', I am free An' I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm
today I was wearing the 'P. Miller Shorty' shirt on and I really wanted to let you know I love you SO much. I'm gonna give your little sister my number
hitta [chorus] [Master P] I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle I
right Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do Listen baby [master p] Silkk kick some shit [silkk] I'll be glad to [master p] Fool, why you live like you live [silkk] Cause I
all about a come up I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up because I'm a gangsta sellin dope strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope
color In the privacy, of your own home 'Painful' 'El P is here to spark it' Alright bring that down though One two When I walk I stomp out messages
the food that I'm droppin and for the rhythms that I'm rockin A criminal, recognized for rookies that I'm killin Presidents I'm bankin for the raps that
duke Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye [rock] Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm
zag Hold on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags Now I'm off to the liquor store And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44 Now you
I'm like runnin', the cops said freeze Not me I'm tryin' to check my fuckin' money To see if it's marked, damn 5 minutes later I'm in a police car But I
it Got to take Got to grab it Cause you know I've got to have it Simply dre': He's just a playa with some game Talkin' 'bout master p Master p: A real
motherfucking kid I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga <skit> Verse 2 (c-murder) I got away and now I'm on the run With my gun
niggas bout to read daisies This your final call, I mean your final breath And when I hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho
enemies and watch my friends I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball I said, mama pray when I walk the halls I got 3rd ward niggaz throwin up
what happened in the end I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) but when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could have
Heyyyy I hit left, I.E.L.P. everybody in the infield walk as I beat I see off the triple we goin to have a good day Her butt is what we drinking, keep
' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin' time is for clocks,
glock no more Takin' what's yours and call it mine I called my moms' today, She asked me did I pray? I told her, I got to, cause the streets I'm roamin