[Master P]
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
FEEL THIS NIGGA!
It's real {*explosion*}
[Verse 1: Master P]
Flippin' the the game
Niggas that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin 211's
187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this TRU clique
Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it
187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla
Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real nigga
In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chickenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit
Standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game
Or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
FEEL THIS NIGGA!
It's real {*explosion*}
[Verse 1: Master P]
Flippin' the the game
Niggas that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin 211's
187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this TRU clique
Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it
187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla
Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real nigga
In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chickenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit
Standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game
Or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game
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