Silkk-Wa**up fool?
Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthaf**in' g's
Silkk-Time to take two in your f**in' back
Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this b**h
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Limit
[Silkk]
n***as must wanna f**in' die b**h
Talkin' that muthaf**in' sh**
I run with TRU
I gives a f** about who you run with
b**h, we run this sh**
n***a it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a b**h for the simple fact that I got drug 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 Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
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 sh** 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 wa**up? (Murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
n***as gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
co*k with a Glock
Pop once to them low
n***a fade me
Think I'm crazy?
n***a, I do this sh** daily
I'm bout that drama
[Master P Chorus]
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit n***as ready to k**
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
[Silkk]
b**h I been about that drama
n***a, this sh** ain't gon' f**in' 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**
n***a I'm rollin' in this f**in' cutla**
I gives a f** 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 co*k
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*