Master P

Master P

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  • Master P I Ain't Play'n Lyrics

           

    [Intro]
    Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
    What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on?
    Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin?
    What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?}

    [Chorus 4X: Master P]
    Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin
    Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin

    [Master P]
    I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
    Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it
    I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
    That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin
    I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
    See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
    Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
    How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
    This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
    Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
    These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga
    Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga
    It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up
    For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up
    I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
    How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola

    [Chorus]

    [Master P]
    Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it
    I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
    Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth
    Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out
    Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
    See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3
    Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black
    Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back
    And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
    All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
    And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires
    Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
    They say we ignorant and we stereotype
    Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life
    See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
    Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]
    Heh, he he
    If y'all don't know us
    Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth
    Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
    Y'all can't beat us then join us

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