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Silkk-Wassup fool?
Silkk-We gonna do this like real muth*fkin' g's.
Silkk-Time to take two in your fkin' back
Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this b*tch
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Limit
Silkk
must wanna fkin' die b*tch
Talkin' that muth*fkin' s**t
I run with TRU
I gives a fk about who you run with
b*tch, we run this s**t
nigg* it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a b*tch for the simple fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no luv in this b*tch
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my nigg*, but I be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You should never start that s**t with a semi-automatic
Stuff them , freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, blood trail but police can't catch me
nigg* wassup? (Murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
c*ck with a glock
Pop once to them low
nigg* fade me
Think I'm crazy?
nigg*, I do this s**t daily
I'm bout that drama
Master P chorus
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama b*tch
No Limit are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' one way tickets to the bahamas
Silkk
b*tch I been about that drama
nigg*, this s**t ain't gon' fkin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You better duck
I'm quick as fk
nigg* I'm rollin' in this fkin' cutlass
I gives a fk b*tch
nigg* I falls for that b*tch and ducks this
nigg* don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
nigg* watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
and the glock c*ck
nigg*, boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside
b*tch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me b*tch I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.
*Master P chorus and talking*