Master P lyrics

Master P lyrics

"Shut It Down lyrics"

What Katy Did Next lyrics
There's a lesson I have learnt If you play with fire you will get burnt Hell hath no fury Like woman scorned I'll tell you my story Make you wish you never, wish you... Wish you never never, wish you never been born I may never learn, never kn
(feat. Slim Thug)

[MP] Slim Thug you ready?
[ST] Geyeah!
[MP] I'm on my way from New Orleans, and I'm comin to Texas
[MP] And we gon' handle this, ya heard?
[ST] Slim Thugga
[MP] Ghetto Bill!

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down

[Master P]
Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor
Nigga wanna fight I got a motherfuckin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Sober Song lyrics
oh lord, hear me please you have to make me sober aspirin, come on please i don't want to suffer i found one of my socks under the telephone i've never asked these bells to ring in my home wha

Whole city walk through, they give me kisses and hugs
I'm a real motherfucker, I ain't takin no shit
I got golds in my mouth, and ice on my wrist
Homies see me in the club and they tryin to hate
I'm poppin bottles in the club cause I'm hard as a 8
Suckers try to mean mug but they ain't bustin a grape
Get my money from the block flippin quarters and eighths
I'm a No Limit Soldier, motherfucker you heard me
Uptown, Calliope, projects to dirty
65 for birdies, call me you thirsty
I'm a legend in the hood like the boy Jame
Battlecry lyrics
We've been standing around for far to long Living our image, singing our songs Twenty years strong, but what's really changed? We've repeated our message but the system remains The land of the free? The home of the brave? The black still a target, the
s Worthy
You ain't a soldier motherfucker keep steppin
Turn a, 211 to a 187 - yeah

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
Slim Thuggahhhh
Boys gotta lay it down when the boss come around
Or the glock fo' pound gon' knock 'em on the ground
Geyeah - you can vouch in my town I'm a motherfuckin G
And I got a lotta soldiers on my team like P
I get word that them haters tryna catch a nigga slippin - what?
Run your ass up and you gon' catch a ass-whippin
I'm flippin through my hood on Vogues, still tippin
Glock
Live With Lonesome lyrics
Hear the train in the distance Such a lonely sound it makes When it's gone there is silence You can hear the sound of my heart break See these arms, now they're empty 'Cause they used to hold on to you I said I'd never let go But somehow you slippe
cocked with the clip in, hell naw I ain't trippin
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, chasin my bread
Snitch niggaz out here tellin got me shakin the feds
I'm in the club pullin hoes, fuck datin instead
I got a supermodel at the crib waitin in bed
Got the blocks on lock, you gotta come see the boss
If you wanna get the work for the dirt cheap cost
Me and Master P represent the bottom of the South
And if nigga hate that, he'll lose the bottom of his mouth, geyeah

[Chorus]

[Master P]
BLACK SOPRANOS!!