Letras:
Master Keys

and pillaged my city, and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the master's break The clash

Unlock and open the door Be the healer or the faker The keys are in your hands Realize you are your own sole creator Of your own master plan Be the broken

bitch and hit the mall. Never weear a (pppp) were we from we call it livin fast, c yo we made bad music but I need on living cash, master p on with the

countin' cash, Take that pussy hit them all, Never wear a rubber Where I'm from we call that livin' fast, CEO of Maybach Music but I need No Limit cash, Master

I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man? Chorus (x4) Who's the man with the master plan? Who

the cold, I see water frozen in their eyes What a sorry sight I am willing to believe they would pay for a smile [Chorus:] I'm the master of toys and

With four piercings on each side of her labia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master

locked The sea is in a state, the baby learns to wait For the heroine, ooohh for the heroine Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine The mast

of rainbow. No one was born to be a slave Seek the past and place the blame Tell me the color of the rain No one was born to be a master In the land