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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 n-gg- hustle they gotta kill me dawg

[master p]
you can find me on the block my n-gg-
ain’t nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my n-gg-
i feel like b.i.g. and ‘pac my n-gg-
“all eyez on me,” but i got this n-gg-
p. miller shoes, camou’ top my n-gg-
i’m from the hood so i’m strapped with two glocks my n-gg-
you wanna scr-p but i don’t box my n-gg-
black sopranos up in here and you get popped my n-gg-
i told bob hold me a spot my n-gg-
case these industry b-tches try to stop a n-gg-
try to sue me but i’m on top my n-gg-
bentley coupe, p. miller rims, convertible top my n-gg-
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 n-gg- 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 pr-nto
fo’ my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
the head honcho, from low peels to s-x or gr-ss
i bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
until i’m sleepin on stacks of cash – my triggers
are like n-gg-z around strippers they’ll snap ya -ss
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]

- master p lyrics

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