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MASTER P lyrics : "Bout That Drama"

(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

Silkk-Wassup fool?

Silkk-We gonna do this like real mutha$#&@in' g's.
Silkk-Time to take two in your $#&@in' back
Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this (*##$

Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Limit


[Silkk]

^!$$%s must wanna $#&@in' die (*##$

Talkin' that mutha$#&@in' %#@!
I run with TRU
I gives a $#&@ about who you run with

(*##$, we run this %#@!
^!$$% it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach

Runnin' is a (*##$ for the simple fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor

I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope

It ain't no luv in this (*##$
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my ^!$$%, but I be livin' large and rich

Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You ^!$$%s should never start that %#@! with a semi-automatic

Stuff them ^!$$%s, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me
^!$$% wassup? (Murder)

Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
^!$$%s gettin' high 'n rich and bend low

@@#! with a glock
Pop once to them low
^!$$% fade me

Think I'm crazy?
^!$$%, I do this %#@! daily
I'm bout that drama


[Master P chorus]


I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit ^!$$%s ready to kill
We bout that drama

We bout that drama (*##$
No Limit ^!$$%s are bout that drama
That drama

drama
We bout that drama
Givin' ^!$$%s one way tickets to the bahamas


[Silkk]


(*##$ I been about that drama
^!$$%, this %#@! ain't gon' $#&@in' stop
My bullets ain't got no name

and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You ^!$$%s better duck

I'm quick as $#&@
^!$$% I'm rollin' in this $#&@in' cutlass
I gives a $#&@ (*##$

^!$$% I falls for that (*##$ and ducks this
^!$$% don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch

With this gat 1-1-0
^!$$% watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block

and the glock @@#!
^!$$%, boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside

(*##$ you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7

Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me (*##$ I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
I represent

I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.

[Master P chorus and talking]

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