Master P

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  • Master P Feel Me Lyrics

           

    (feat. Pop)
    [Chorus 4X: Master P]
    I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg
    They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg

    [Master P]
    You can find me on the block my nigga
    Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigga
    I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga
    "All Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga
    P. Miller shoes, camou' top my nigga
    I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my nigga
    You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga
    Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga
    I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga
    Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga
    Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga
    Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigga
    Keep my enemies close and watch my friends
    And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend
    We did it once, we'll do it again
    I don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends

    [Chorus]

    [Pop]
    Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
    enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate
    See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
    on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
    Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
    Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do'
    Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto
    Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
    The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass
    I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
    Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
    are like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya ass
    Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
    So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
    I move more yellow on the block than a school bus
    So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us

    [Chorus]

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