Master P - Bout That Drama Lyrics
Silkk-wassup fool?Silkk-we gonna do this like real mutha*****in gs.Silkk-time to take two in your *****in backMaster p-young silkk the shocker in this *****Master p-bout that dramaMaster p-no limit[silkk]Niggas must wanna *****in die *****Talkin that mutha*****in shitI run with truI gives a ***** about who you run with*****, we run this shitNigga it be no limit for lifeAcross my stomachRunnin is a ***** for the simple fact that I got drug moneyGot it for fifteen gs or moreI aint stretchen out upon the floorI want that cash in that bagThen ima dashI want that cash, and that dopeIt aint no luv in this *****I got a slug for a trickIts 95 my nigga, but I be livin large and richGotta break em off the plasticHave them face down closed casketYou niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automaticStuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degreesI want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police cant catch meNigga wassup? (murder)FoolGettin high up off that indoNiggas gettin high n rich and bend low***** with a glockPop once to them lowNigga fade meThink Im crazy?Nigga, I do this shit dailyIm bout that drama[master p chorus]Im bout that drama, Im bout that dramaNo limit niggas ready to killWe bout that dramaWe bout that drama *****No limit niggas are bout that dramaThat dramaDramaWe bout that dramaGivin niggas one way tickets to the bahamas[silkk]***** I been about that dramaNigga, this shit aint gon *****in stopMy bullets aint got no nameAnd plus my trigga aint gots no heartFreezeYou niggas better duckIm quick as *****Nigga Im rollin in this *****in cutlassI gives a ***** *****Nigga I falls for that ***** and ducks thisNigga dont need to run thoughCuz Im knockin everything up off the front porchWith this gat 1-1-0Nigga watch straight street sweeperWatchin the blockAnd the glock *****Nigga, boz with that shot your domeIt be known Im from the southside***** you thought wrong,I stick and move with this pistol gripI see you bleedin tryna get to the phoneCall 9-1-1But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7Stretched out on the stretcherCant catch me ***** Im to smoothBullets to the dome, and Im on and coolHow you gon catch me when the police aint got no evidenceI representI bet you I get dead presidentsBefore I die Im bust more flyFor 97 p and silkk gon sell a billion.*master p chorus and talking*
