Master P - Don't Start No.... lyrics

(Yo man you high yet?) [Chorus: Master P] Don't start no sh** it won't be no sh** Let me tell you motherf**ers who you f**ing wit n***as say f** ya'll b**hes say f** ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall Say n***as say f** ya'll b**hes say f** ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall [Master P] Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap n***a we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped And now the world wanna know why the f** we a menace See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherf**ing dealers And the world wanna P n***a is you really a k**er f** the game I came to make change f** the fame I came to put other motherf**ing soldiers in the game And when I'm gone n***a I bet I make ghetto history But I don't give a f** about my enemies cause I got my motherf**ing tru n***as with me Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama And I'm sending motherf**ing one way tickets to the Bahamas See the ghetto got me stressed but f** it I ain't gon cry But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die [Chorus] [C-Murder] n***a ask yourself do youreally wanna f** with this here Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year b**h I'm Bossaline do you really know what the f** that means That means that means I come to your set With no regrets and make you a dream See I'm deadlylike a motherf**ing snake biting crack I've seen n***as with a fallen ? But they know they ain't never coming back I'm kinda like public service b**h I'll cut your lights off forever b**h be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather I rest in No Limit to the sh** that I'll do you n***a I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal Same sh** when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches Tru n***as stick together so n***a f** ya'll b**hes [Chorus] [Mia X] Mama Mia southern girl f** old susanna I totes Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna I keeps them on co*k when I'm riding through the hood Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P But we can still get rowdy rowdy as f** And we got millions of n***as riding with us Put em up for tru playas click tight for life And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right [Chorus: repeat to end]