Master P - Watch Your Ass lyrics

[Master P talking] G man, why don't you go on, pa** the dank Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin' Before we finish this album up And let's get f**ed up, ya know what I'm sayin' Pa** it man, pa** the dank sssssss Damn, this motherf**in' green, this sh** stank man Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid) That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know) What's happenin' (What's up, pa** the dank man let cha' boy hit a lil') Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man) Ya know the same ol' sh**, tryin' to get this rap sh** off the ground Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up) (Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something) Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah) [Rich Kid] 38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top In my 68 Stang I got the b**hes off With the clean purple back and the real gold plates And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons With a peanut bu*ter top, my sh** straight dropped I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot Richmond, California is the city I'm from And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns If a s**er talk sh** I fill his a** with lead With a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness If you think a folk then handle ya business But just remember that you can be handled With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to k** If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke Off this red hot piece of lead Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest [Master P talking] Yeah Rich man that's cool but pa** the dank man (Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah Swwwww [Coughs] Whoa, pa** it (Oh sh**) Hold a kid, cut the music off [Music stops] [Different beat starts] [Master P] Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from A smoked out, loced out hood Way back in the ghetto back in the days I used to slang and game to get hoes 50 would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys I see so many crack babies and laid b**hes Out by the bus stop hounded for a n***a's riches I just f** em' then duck em' and then break away Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway She never had nothin' and probably never will Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to k** But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast Ya better look behind ya back and watch ya a** [Hook x2] See dope fiends, they get me for crack 5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your a** All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare Homicide, murderers k**in' people everywhere, watch your a** [Master P] There was a day my n***a Mokey did a homicide They be smokin' crack but they will never realize My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's k** or be k**ed Pull out the chopper motherf**er watch the blood spill Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game Can't find a job so a brother sellin' c**aine It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slippin' My next door neighbor od'd the b**h is always trippin' In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid Them motherf**ers low down, damn how could ya do it nig So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile But move ya b**h down cause b**hes they go a hundred miles [Hook x2] Watch your a** [x5] [Master P talking with hook in background] [Hook x2]