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master p – bout that drama lyrics

silkk-w-ssup fool?
silkk-we gonna do this like real m-th-f-ckin’ g’s.
silkk-time to take two in your f-ckin’ back
master p-young silkk the shocker in this b-tch
master p-bout that drama
master p-no limit

[silkk]

n-gg-s must wanna f-ckin’ die b-tch
talkin’ that m-th-f-ckin’ sh-t
i run with tru
i gives a f-ck about who you run with
b-tch, we run this sh-t
n-gg- 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 n-gg-, but i be livin’ large and rich
gotta break ’em off the plastic
have them face down closed casket
you n-gg-s should never start that sh-t with a semi-automatic
stuff them n-gg-s, freeze, show em my degrees
i want them keys up in the lexus, bl–dy trail but police can’t catch me
n-gg- w-ssup? (murder)
fool
gettin’ high up off that indo
n-gg-s gettin’ high ‘n rich and bend low
c-ck with a glock
pop once to them low
n-gg- fade me
think i’m crazy?
n-gg-, i do this sh-t daily
i’m bout that drama

[master p chorus]

i’m bout that drama, i’m bout that drama
no limit n-gg-s ready to kill
we bout that drama
we bout that drama b-tch
no limit n-gg-s are bout that drama
that drama
drama
we bout that drama
givin’ n-gg-s one way tickets to the bahamas

[silkk]

b-tch i been about that drama
n-gg-, this sh-t ain’t gon’ f-ckin’ stop
my bullets ain’t got no name
and plus my trigga ain’t gots no heart
freeze
you n-gg-s better duck
i’m quick as f-ck
n-gg- i’m rollin’ in this f-ckin’ cutl-ss
i gives a f-ck b-tch
n-gg- i falls for that b-tch and ducks this
n-gg- don’t need to run though
’cause i’m knockin’ everything up off the front porch
with this gat 1-1-0
n-gg- watch straight street sweeper
watchin’ the block
and the glock c-ck
n-gg-, 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-

- master p lyrics

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