Master P - Bout That Drama lyrics

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*