Thinkin Bout U Master P (Ft. Mia X & Mo B. Dick)

[Verse 1: Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no dope
They said it was conspiracy just cause a hater said so
Now we might do time in the penn
But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
So I guess once again that it's on
But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone

[Chorus: Mia X & Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you boy
Thinkin about you girl
Do what you gotta do boy
Do what you gotta do girl
Thinkin about you boy
Thinkin about you girl
Thinkin about you
I'm thinkin about you

[Verse 2: Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
Give me four or five months and I'm out
It must be love momma put up the house
And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
Real thangs and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
Cause on these streets are heaven or hell
Now picture me balling
I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling