mask It's just a mother fuckin' message, watch your ass Chorus: tru Watch your motherfuckin' ass nigga Watch your motherfuckin' ass Watch your motherfuckin' ass bitch Watch your motherfuckin' [master p
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for crack 5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass [Master P
they oughta Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom 'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit
a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
ass down, pulled his seat back! poww! On the dude that really is a big motherfucker, dude didn't say a motherfucking thing".) I stroll down memories the light will guide u Honor your mother, honor your
said, "please make it rough, bro" when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo through your neighborhood, watch me blast tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
m gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
m gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
to find us Throwin' bad days behind us Ahh damn up in the headlights Bout to let it shine Find your ass in there tip-toeing Your ass is mine We got you
past Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your
your stash even though I'm drinkin' back In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash Really rational lyrics Spit like ammo from the lips of P-R-O-M-O The
the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.