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master p - pockets gone stay fat lyrics

master p
ghetto postage
pockets gone stay fat
f/ magic

[magic – talking]
i dare one of you say something bout me
speaking on the wrong n-gg-s ya heard me (come on}
don’t be mad
these n-gg-s hear gonna stay around {come on}
f-ck with us if you wanna and see what’s gone happen ya hear me

[hook 2x: magic]
believe the n-gg-
these pockets gone stay fat n-gg-
see me and p we go way back, you best stay back
to you hatas m-th-f-ck this is payback

[verse one: magic]
these n-gg-s is hatin we like what ever
we pay no mind to these n-gg-s we out chasin our chedda
indulge in this bullsh-t, uh-uh, n-gg- never
close your f-ckin mouth is what you p-ssy n-gg-s betta
we got an essential because us n-gg-s so clever
and make a mill break me off is how we stay together
i’m doing my own thing but me and p we forevea
favor for favor we got this sh-t on lock
keep running your f-cking mouth, get your? -ss back
i go to church straped with a 45 glock
them n-gg-s be askin but scared to say it to out faces
cuz we know so many n-gg-s in so many different places ye head me

hook 2x: magic

[verse two: master p]
n-gg- we thugged together, sold drugs together
f-cked hoes together, kicked in doors together and
i don’t know why you hate me?
screamin what the f-ck have you done for me lately
only real n-gg-s stand on my block
and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 c-ck
neva beef with no n-gg-s you ain’t got beef with
never take care of no hoes you don’t sleep with
these streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
but if you f-ck with mine i got a bag that will act right
n-gg-s wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently
but ain’t no comin back cuz ain’t n-body smile n

hook 2x: magic

[verse three: magic]
hatin get you no where
you n-gg-s better hush
f-ckin around with us and get your p-ss -ss touched
i don’t want bust i wanna bet you down to mush
cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much
see magic from the nine where they don’t mind dying
whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin
so??? like a whirl like a tornado
5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas
you wanna see us fall but you n-gg-s ain’t ready
your music is dull plus i’m sharp as a machete
compare me to the other n-gg-s and see what you get
the coldest m-th-f-ck that you’ve heard check ya hear me

hook 2x: magic

[master p – talking]
now how the f-ck the media gonna compare me to a rapper
when one of you motherf-ckers make a fortune
then ya’ll speak on
n-gg- know that we from the gutta
we made it to the b-tta
and that’s why they mad at us
tryin to keep us off mtv
tryin to keep us out the m-th-f-ckin public eye
but we street n-gg-s
and we know how to hustle
we gonna always get ours n-gg-
believe that

- master p lyrics

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