Master P - Scared Of Me Lyrics
(Intro)We in the club, popping bottles after bottlesMaking champagne rain, *****in models after models.***** niggas see us and they dont even hollerI could press a button leave you haters in a flaw.(Verse)Nigga got me for a brick, gave em 28Nigga gave me bullshit,What you think imma do when I see him?***** you and his crew, if I see him.Real niggas G code, molly fit in that pea bowNever miss a shot, derek rose and the free throwCatch a man Im gone, 2 bottles of that tron***** these niggas hatin on me because my money long.I see ***** in his eyes, I know these niggas scaredYeah I *****ed his *****, that was the best I ever had.You taunting tissue niggas, Im bout to wipe my assKeep my name out your mouth, before you end up in a bag.(Hook)I live, I die, the kush, I’m highThe streets, the pain, the money, the fame.These niggas hating on me, thinking they ahead of me.***** niggas scared of me acting like a nun,I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun.Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin workCheck a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.(Verse)Purple and gold charg em, call it james worthyShawty take it to the head while I’m at the derby.No fear, I live on the edge of lifeNo illuminati talk, cause I love Christ.My price, 26 a *****in brickYour baby mama mad cause a nigga can’t quit.***** the brats, everybody *****in tellinI keep a choppa, a firearm with a felon.I’d rather die busting, then to go without itRun upon me dog I’ll show you that we bout it, bout itAl capone pushin work through the whole cityCome short nigga, you could meet frank .(Hook)I live, I die, the kush, I’m highThe streets, the pain, the money, the fame.These niggas hating on me, thinking they ahead of me.***** niggas scared of me acting like a nun,I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun.Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin workCheck a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.(Verse)When Tory enter the room, they hollerWhoel ray I spit more fire than 2 jays for 2 days.These rappers niggas scared of me, sweet bouquetsI’m on my shot town nigga, louIn the hood, getting dollas, in the club poppin bottlesIf she bad I might holler, if she not I don’t even bother.Lambo doors with the invisible roofYou can call that ***** rabbit cause he missing a tooth.Niggas scared, drug dealers niggas roam with my clickAnd my swagger sold me out, I got shit run out with the knicksMade my atitude so shit a nigga, wish I would quitMade my dogs ball hard till I tell em to quit.(Hook)I live, I die, the kush, I’m highThe streets, the pain, the money, the fame.These niggas hating on me, thinking they ahead of me.***** niggas scared of me acting like a nun,I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun.Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin workCheck a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.
