Best Hustler Master P
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[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin' for somethin'
Ain't nothin' wrong with makin' it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin'
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggas want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin' pillars
And most niggas they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you rollin' and you ballin'
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin' New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin' a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin' to be here for these kids
But, most niggas'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin' for somethin'
Ain't nothin' wrong with makin' it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin'
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggas want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin' pillars
And most niggas they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you rollin' and you ballin'
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin' New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin' a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin' to be here for these kids
But, most niggas'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya
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