Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some
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to the bank then Head to the barbershop to get chopped up Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up
or blood niggas we all bleed, these niggas can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part niggas who got bullets with names on them Want
bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part n*ggas who got bullets with names on them Want 'em, come get 'em
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity
all bleed, these n*ggas can't breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part n*ggas who got bullets with names on them Want 'em, come get '
, caress me, to lead me, to guide me Protect me in, perfect be in love, don't stress me You wanna roll on some jet-skis? You wanna roll up some green
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look
wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo I'm representin the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first
from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob
The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and
else Settle for nothing but the best U need some help, just call I'll be right there with you It ain't no fussing or fighting and I won't hit you Huh u need some
a microphone like Shazam uses tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So Ikeep my mind still like the still of night Now who in the world do you want
I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced
off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off {Master P} Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man
take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just don't call me no punk
