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master p - commercial (young guns) lyrics

[master p]
yo los, take us to a commercial
while we stop to get high
y’all check out the young guns, ya heard me?

check this out.
if you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
and he gave a half to his boy
and the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
and he ask you for one mo’
what should you do if you was in that position?

tell them b-tch n-gg-z – they can keep from around
this is family now, i give a f–k about you clowns
young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
? our sound, tell my n-gg-z and my b-tches
they’ll drop in the storm, tell them boys it’s on
and these n-gg-z gettin they -ss torn, f–k bein warned
this is a street?, i promise to die violent
now i start wildin, until you b-tch n-gg-z are silent

n-gg- f–k that! i’m bout to send these n-gg-z life back

they talkin sh-t about my fam and i don’t like that
you know how i react, so why you wanna beef?
it’s time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
bullets about to hum, b-tch n-gg-z gon’ get numb
here come? down the block n-gg- don’t try to run
i ain’t lettin it slide i caught him slippin and him twice
next thing you that n-gg- was on the ground, shakin like dice

these n-gg-z fail the test so neverthless i split yo’ chest
f–k the rest!
i come through to spit, to show you n-gg-z what i manifest
a y.g., so i breathe toke three,?
bullets at you busters please, don’t try to test these
pistol packin n-gg-z in our town
you get them hot thangs laid in your mouth
my n-gg-z seek you out no doubt
all about my salary you n-gg-z ain’t gon’ handle me
i’m tired of stressin, and all these n-gg-z pretend they got me vexed

[young guns]
n-gg- f–k that! i ain’t bout to let the sh-t slide
it’s time to ride, time for these n-gg-z to die
we don’t just rap – everything we say is for real
time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
n-gg- f–k that! i ain’t bout to let the sh-t slide
it’s time to ride, time for these n-gg-z to die
we don’t just rap – everything we say is for real
time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
n-gg- f–k that! i ain’t bout to let the sh-t slide
it’s time to ride, time for these n-gg-z to die
we don’t just rap – everything we say is for real
time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.

- master p lyrics

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