me like that, Whoadie ya best to ease up Knuckle game is off the chain, Soon as I roll my sleeves up Holla back [Chorus: Master P] Hey hoe (Trick get
no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it (chorus) (P
(Master P) -Like 2Pac said, only God can judge me -But I think only black Jesus can help me Verse 1 (Kane) Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
g's [master p] Yeahhhh....wassup silkk Nigga layin it down like a g Mo b dee... And you know me master p I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse And motherfuckers p
to do I be true baby don't believe the hype You know it ain't about me and you Now if you down with O.P.P. yeah, you know me It ain't no fun if my homies
[Master P] Yo, uh Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hoes out there I aint calling every woman a hoe, but, uh, if the shoe fits wear it Cause
the windows Getting him for whatever I can get Now it's time for my niggas to ride and let this shit fuckin' clear Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P P
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
No Limit Soldiers (Ugh) DPGC, gangstas (Ha, ha) Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas In the same place at the same time (Yeah, Master P.) You know
my name was micheal jackson So nigga Who ride, I ride, slide [master p] But they can't touch ya [big ed] With my tru niggas on my side [master p] And
dope game" So we jumped into this rap game And laid it down to all my killas That tried to teach my nigga the game Cause once you gone, ain't no
[master p] F-f-f-fuck that shit. If you don't like how I'm living well fuck you. F-f-f-fuck that shit. If you don't like how I'm living well fuck you.
hoes,freak hoes bounces your ass and let your knees touch your Elbows Freak hoes,freak hoes bounce your ass and let your knees touch your Elbows Verse one: master p
wall (master p) Blood on my palm And I pack a glock For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot (mia x) But mia x got your back p
know, don't put you life in these hoes' hands Cause nigga can't trust a hoe [master p] Can't trust a hoe or a nigga or a bitch silkk The game is crazy
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe
paid wit' fatals, niggaz harder than cato Nigga turnin' the tables but niggaz livin' like potatoes Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin' my name Master P
in the head muthafucka (this nigga sick) You know what I'm sayin? One of the muthafuckas you see in the News everyday, for doin' all types of crazy shit Chorus: master p