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master p - somethin for the street lyrics

d-mn silkk keep shaking that motherf-cker it’s bubbling up now
there it is there it is right there
ok, i’m a shake it a little while longer
that’s the jent their fool

verse 1

in the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
breaking down the keys cutting them up like ridd-ck bowe
gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
and just like 7 up
shake the sh-t well till the motherf-cker bubble up
and now it’s time for the testing of the dope
bring in the junkie and if he choke than it’s good smoke
now it’s off to the hood
?? til we open up shop partner but it’s all good
and just in case you wanna find me
king george with the tech 9 standing right behind me
silkk and ed in the benz as the decoy
and in the 5 lil ric and d-boy
c-murder doing time in the county jail
it been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
for some player hating snitching b-tch
and after 12 o’clock partner we going to handle this
put they heads on flat like lawerence taylor
bullets flying everywhere they’ll never find a cap peeler
with the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
i’m a criss cross that -ss i’m not the mack daddy
i’m a put that -ss to sleep
and it’s a message from the motherf-cking street

(chorus)

something funky for the streets
and the n-gg-s and the hoes

verse 2

top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
og blood in my veins, but they don’t know the p
cause if they did they be ducking
cause where i’m from it’s bout jacking and busting
catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man
triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
so why you slanging the keys, drinking the g’s watch your g’s
cause in my street you’ll get jacked in the county streets

(chorus)

verse 3

i’m in the black chev coming down the highway
with the b-mp in the trunk leaning sideway
tacked out with my 40 on my side g
b-mping sh-t like the ghetto’s trying to kill me
see in 94 them b-tches can’t fade me
and to your dome it’s a 9 a 380
or make that mac 10 tap dance on that -ss
you see the no limit mob you better move fast
being real cause the p don’t high side
89 did my first f-cking drive-by
open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
they started yelling as the bithces started falling down
all i heard was sirens by the police
ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn’t me
n-gg-s in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
just handled our business and we slowly smashed out
now we on the freeway
danked out, just bust caps and we got away
tru g’s in the dope game
but always coming thru with something funky for the streets man

(chorus)

- master p lyrics

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