Master P - All 4 One lyrics

[Master P] That's how motherf**in k**ers do it. (k**ers do it.) Prime Suspect (No Limit Soldier), Master P And f** the money, f** the world [Master P] See when i be sressing , mothef**er im trying to get it (trying to get it) Pa** me the motherf**ing catchers mitt, I ain't no bullsh**tin Do we got beef on the streets, n***a pa** me the heat It's time to pop some motherf**ing necks and put these punks to sleep I ain't playing with you b**h, Im just chasing million dollar dreams Now the fedz trying to get me cooking keys up in the kitchen Just a young n***a trying to make it out the bricks I got medicine for the pigs, I mean 20 f**in dollar hits And when the game get me stressed out f** it im ready to ride Call up Prime Suspect cause somebody bout to die And jump in the motherf**ing car and pa** the heat (pa** the heat) Everybody gone n***a, f** the police See n***as do any motherf**ing thing when they broke But I dont f** with punk n***a and I dont smoke no dope See I'm a k**er by heart, a G by nature f** these b**hes cause they'll love ya, but most of these hoes they hate Ya [Master P] f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all [Glock] I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptown Ain't no limit to the danger that be lurking around But we ride in that night, but we might not make it back Gunning from the k**er corn, got the straps on the lap Where the hustle, P and PS, got the muscle f** the stuggle, couldn't get lost in the scuffle Street walls forced apon ghetto children Putting any section to sleep when a n***a got the heat [Master P] f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all [Uzi] Now why these people try to strike me out Motherf** you if you dont like what my click about f** what you saying, see I'm down to do whatever Bout it bout it, did you heard I'm bout my cheddar Calliope now have your backup plan n***a now Is you bout that drama, world that is stressed to hard, is a soldier thang If a hustlers time to make bout to make it, take it out of loose change And don't play me close f** with mine and loose your brains Hit you with them thangs [New Nine] P, now baby you know I'm in a rush to ball So I got this n***a jacked in the back of the U-Haul Fall, we can't do that not with all these f**ing gats, rat to the tat tat TRU n***as jacking and stay strapped when they pockets flat Rats take a dive, i told you these n***as live Glock P, Uzi and Millimeter go back like f**ing Levi's Been jacking, stying, cracking and capping ,whats happening Now we still bout that dumb sh** quicker than the change, because we rapping [Master P] f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all f** the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for n***a, one for all