talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now
Traduzione: Master P. We All We Got.
boast, I might eat on roast And people say when we got a white cup in my hand, we might toast I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up Uh
Springer show! [Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!, Another knock down, another video sale All problems solved, all matters scarred A girl got
D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're
I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to
Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all legit (c'mon) Frank tell how we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got
I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down We
for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks] I got
f/ Traci (Master P) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed
504 Boyz (Master P, Terror, Krazy) [Krazy] Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror
hustle on the block for rent Met P, and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks, wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances
girl, P. and C.. Sinners doin' the track.. Long as you thuggin'.. We got you Chorus: Tyron (Master P) Girl (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl) You
too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Master P: Every bag of that raw We
the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighin' Ignitin' Never fightin' And we got them muthafuckas bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin
So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on (Chorus) (Master-P) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all
it, we all day, no loss Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors These boys go hard off [Verse 7: Master P] We leave the tags in the window, whodee