Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this mother$#&@er

(Yo man lets do this %#@! right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo

right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
sing along, (*##$.)


(STOP THE MUSIC!)

We are the world

We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'


There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes

It's truly ^!$$% betta then
That's why we dealin'


(C'mon everybody)

We are the world

We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'


(Talking muffled by loud beats)


Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two (*##$es lookin' hella pretty

I walk up and kiss 'em each on they $#&@in' T
I say "Your hole there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her $$# & she took off her clothes

In other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket

See- I'm a mother-$#&@in' maniac I gotta top it

I talk to the (*##$ ... before I kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the (*##$es off

And play a bloody mother-$#&@in' game of golf
And break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner


Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes


For a dead (*##$ - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red

I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...

Make me slap yo mother-$#&@in' face but don't speak
That big round $$# could make some good luncheon meat


In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See I'm a crazy mother$#&@er and that %#@!'s real


Yo man, whacha think about that
(Man, what you say about that is bull%#@! - that %#@! ain't real)


Oh, aight, check this out

It's 1993 and Master P is back in this mother$#&@er

Ya know what I'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some ^!$$%z was talkin' %#@!
But see, I'm back

Ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them mother$#&@ers that try to stop me

There's gonna be a bloody murda

Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music