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master p - represent lyrics

[master p -talking-]
(oh ooh) don’t be scared
haha, ain’t no limit soldiers… (oh ooh)
… til i d-i-e
c-p-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)

[master p]
represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
we gon get this b-tch crunked and we gon tear the club up
represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
we got this b-tch crunked and we gon tear the club up

say – i don’t give f-ck n-gg-, he don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
she don’t give a f-ck, we gon tear the club up
say – i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-, they don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
we don’t give a f-ck and we gon tear the club up

[master p]
i was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
say i grew up to be a killer, like my daddy percy miller
me and cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me
c-murder innocent, (ughh) but these n-gg-s wanna see him hurt
so f-ck y’all crease, he just wanna be famous
he mad ’cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
so represent yo hood, we back on the grind
we gon get this b-tch crunked like it’s 1999
so holla at me, whody, he’s the one who b’s
trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
than p-ss me the gumble, (oh ooh) we gon get it to the flo
i ain’t lil jon but i make them hoes +get low+
and make them thugs say f-ck y’all, ain’t we gon touch y’all
i’m just a predator that straight gon cut y’all
grab it – than take me to the booth
tell the dj to play this ’cause he f-cking with my lout

[chorus]
man – i don’t give a f-ck (oh ooh)
we don’t give a f-ck (oh ooh)
they don’t give a f-ck and we gon tear the club up
say – i don’t give a f-ck (oh ooh)
we don’t give a f-ck (oh ooh)
they don’t give a f-ck and we gon tear the club up

fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up

[master p]
so duck down, n-gg-, y’all ready be ready
me and silkk come to this b-tch, like jason and freddy
look at what y’all did, i was trying to be good
y’all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods
i’ma blaze like derreck anderson, turn green like a hawk
wild out in the club and make a n-gg- pop that crunk
i’m a no limit soldier, the party is in the crew
they may take my gold tooth but they can’t f-ck with my tattoos
i got a good heart, some bad friends, that’s why we grap ten
but a n-gg- ain’t scared to die, do life in the pen
real n-gg-s don’t change when they hit the f-cking block

n-gg-, free c-murder, come back so i got ya
i’ma ride with my n-gg-s, i’ma die with my n-gg-s
i ain’t roll i light em, so i’ma get high with my n-gg-s
and my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed
he a motherf-cking liar, heard he rollin with the feds

fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch and we gone tear the club up

[silkk]
say you, whody, naw n-gg- i ain’t talk on rap
bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that
i’d rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
i got the game all twisted, n-gg-, lets twist it back for ya
they label me a gangsta, that’s how i was, that’s how i will be
and it’s simple, i can’t let no b-tch n-gg- kill me
for real, p – fo real we
live a h-ll of a life-style but we still creep
got a couple n-gg-s go, but we still deep
now i got a movie for y’all n-gg-s, who like to act
i’m great with my hands, i’m like roy jones with a gat
i’m real a – great hussler, i’m a hyke with rap
(master p: n-gg-, we going triple platinum) treu, i’ma aight with that
been in the east and the west, laid back with the players
(…) and p.miller jump off all type of flavours
you know – yeah, i turn my back to them haters
i got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but i get back to em later
now i just – gotta be real with it, left the project but i still visit
f-ck rappers that wanna f-ck with my cousin, he still can get it
so don’t make me have to touch you – cut your five fingers off
four i gotta keep the middle, now tell em “f-ck you”
and scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
if i ain’t the one fighting, i’m just trying to get the fight started

fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch and we gone tear the club up
fake n-gg-s (buck em up)
fake hoes (buck em up)
no limit in this b-tch and we gone tear the club up

- master p lyrics

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