Silkk-wa**up fool?
Silkk-we gonna do this like real muthaf**in' g's.
Silkk-time to take two in your f**in' back
Master p-young silkk the shocker in this b**h
Master p-bout that drama
Master p-no limit
[silkk]
n***as must wanna f**in' die b**h
Talkin' that muthaf**in' sh**
I run with tru
I gives a f** about who you run with
b**h, we run this sh**
n***a it be no limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a b**h 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 b**h
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my n***a, but i be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You n***as should never start that sh** with a semi-automatic
Stuff them n***as, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me
n***a wa**up? (murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
n***as gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
co*k with a glock
Pop once to them low
n***a fade me
Think i'm crazy?
n***a, i do this sh** daily
I'm bout that drama
[master p chorus]
I'm bout that drama, i'm bout that drama
No limit n***as ready to k**
We bout that drama
We bout that drama b**h
No limit n***as are bout that drama
That drama
Drama
We bout that drama
Givin' n***as one way tickets to the bahamas
[silkk]
b**h i been about that drama
n***a, this sh** ain't gon' f**in' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
And plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You n***as better duck
I'm quick as f**
n***a i'm rollin' in this f**in' cutla**
I gives a f** b**h
n***a i falls for that b**h and ducks this
n***a don't need to run though
Cuz i'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
n***a watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
And the glock co*k
n***a, boz with that shot your dome
It be known i'm from the southside
b**h 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 b**h 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*