Bout That Drama(Explicit) - Master p

Silkk Wassup fool
Silkk We gonna do this like real muthaf**kin' g's
Silkk Time to take two in your f**kin' back
Master P Young Silkk the shocker in this b***h
Master P Bout that drama
Master P No Limit
N***as must wanna f**kin' die b***h
Talkin' that muthaf**kin' s**t
I run with TRU
I gives a f**k about who you run with
B***h we run this s**t
N***a it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a b***h for the simple fact that I got d**g money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then I'm'a dash
I want that cash and that d**e
It ain't no luv in this b***h
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my n***a but I be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You n***as should never start that s**t with a semi automatic
Stuff them n***as freeze show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus bloody trail but police can't catch
Me
N***a wassup
Murder
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
N***as gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
N***a fade me
Think I'm crazy
N***a I do this s**t daily
I'm bout that drama
I'm bout that drama I'm bout that drama
No Limit n***as ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama b***h
No Limit n***as are bout that drama
That drama
Drama
We bout that drama
Givin' n***as one way tickets to the bahamas
B***h I been about that drama
N***a this s**t ain't gon' f**kin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
And plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You n***as better duck
I'm quick as f**k
N***a I'm rollin' in this f**kin' cutlass
I gives a f**k b***h
N***a I falls for that b***h and ducks this
N***a don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1 1 0
N***a watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
And the glock cock
N***a boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside
B***h you thought wrong
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9 1 1
But to late you caught up in a 1 8 7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me b***h I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion
*Master P chorus and talking*