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MASTER P lyrics : "Here We Go"

(feat. Fiend, Mystikal)
[Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)]


Here we go, Here we go, Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south, to the west, to the mid, to the east coast


[Verse One: Master P]

I got !@(% and cocaine

some call me the dope man, a young ^!$$% havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese, from powder to cooked rocks

From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes, 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states

Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to ^!$$%s that talk %#@!
like a baller they (*##$ hair blue

Got more corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell mutha$#&@in Girbauds
Keep the mutha$#&@in party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)

For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber

_Got it Made_ like Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.

_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt

Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds


[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Mystikal]


Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door

what the $#&@ they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh ^!$$% thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish $#&@in you, (*##$ you gon learn

Ain't no $#&@in favors, ain't no $#&@in friends
That %#@! don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them (*##$es will take ya

Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them (*##$es will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
yo album done came and gone and you stupid $$# still waitin

stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a (*##$es got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city

Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin missin
$#&@ how good you rap it ain't %#@! without yo business

No business

[Chorus 2X]


[Verse Three: Fiend]


I could end the world with one line
but I chose to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad mother$#&@er

Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them (*##$es seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats

Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you should find that my mind is beyond
and yall ^!$$%s lines behind the times of my first lines

%#@! I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the chase

P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty $$# hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb ^!$$% lure, you wanna smoke

Cause this business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this note
Who wanna get served by the ^!$$%, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but (*##$ you never had
A ^!$$% to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had


[Chorus till fade]

[Master P talking]
To the mother$#&@in south (the south)

to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the mother$#&@in east (to the east)
To the world (to the mother$#&@in world)
No Limit, here I come whenever we want to

September 2nd, get the $#&@in world high
bout my mother$#&@in business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, bout it bout it

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