Bout That Drama
(专辑: Ice Cream Man - 1996)
Silkk-Wassup fool? Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafucking g's. Silkk-Time to take two in your fucking back Master P-Young Silkk the
shocker in this bitch Master P-Bout that drama Master P-No Limit [Silkk] Niggas must wanna fucking die bitch Talking that muthafucking shit I
run with TRU I
gives a
fuck about who you run with Bitch, we run this shit Nigga it be No Limit for life Across my stomach Running is a
bitch 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 bitch I
got a
slug for a
trick It's '95 my nigga, but I
be living large and rich Gotta break 'em off the
plastic Have them face down closed casket You niggas should never start that shit with a
semi-automatic Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees I
want them keys up in the
lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me Nigga wassup? (Murder) Fool Getting high up off that indo Niggas getting high 'n rich and bend low Cock with a
glock Pop once to them low Nigga fade me Think I'm crazy? Nigga, I
do this shit daily I'm bout that drama [Master P
chorus] I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama No Limit niggas ready to kill We bout that drama We bout that drama bitch No Limit niggas are bout that drama That drama drama We bout that drama Giving niggas one way tickets to the
bahamas [Silkk] Bitch I
been about that drama Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fucking stop My bullets ain't got no name and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart Freeze You niggas better duck I'm quick as fuck Nigga I'm rolling in this fucking cutlass I
gives a
fuck bitch Nigga I
falls for that bitch and ducks this nigga don't need to run though Cuz I'm knocking everything up off the
front porch With this gat 1-1-0 Nigga watch straight street sweeper Watching the
block and the
glock cock Nigga, boz with that shot your dome It be known I'm from the
southside Bitch you thought wrong, I
stick and move with this pistol grip I
see you bleeding 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 bitch 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]