Master P - Psycho Rhymes Lyrics
Yo its 1992 and master p is back up in this mother*****er(yo man lets do this shit right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yoRight hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybodySing along, *****.)(stop the music!)We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo lets start sellinTheres a fiend in every hoodDumb fiends that bring they pipesIts truly nigga betta thenThats why we dealin(cmon everybody)We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo lets start sellin(talking muffled by loud beats)Check this out foolIm at this partyThese two *****es lookin hella prettyI walk up and kiss em each on they *****in tI say your hole there - its about to explodeI took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothesIn other words I be movin fast like a pick...pocketSee- Im a mother-*****in maniac I gotta top itI talk to the ***** ... before I kill emIm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drillaI take yo life and take yo arms and cut the *****es offAnd play a bloody mother-*****in game of golfAnd break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it soonerReach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o tunaI guess youre dead, youre ghost, you gotta goYou untested, cause damn they like arrested codesFor a dead ***** - ya give some good headYa must be on yo period - cause my dick is bloody redI left it in youI see you face - ya about ta cryBut before ya do make me pull out them eyes...Make me slap yo mother-*****in face but dont speakThat big round ass could make some good luncheon meatIn other words youre dead, you got your cap peeledSee Im a crazy mother*****er and that shits realYo man, whacha think about that(man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit aint real)Oh, aight, check this outIts 1993 and master p is back in this mother*****erYa know what Im sayinI had to get a lil stupid cause last year some niggaz was talkin shitBut see, Im backYa know what Im sayinIm about to get paidAnd all them mother*****ers that try to stop meTheres gonna be a bloody murdaYo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
