Master P - f** That sh** lyrics

[Master P] F-F-F-f** that sh** If you don't like how I'm living well f** you F-F-F-f** that sh** If you don't like how I'm living well f** you Back to the muthaf**in locs, n***as wanna joke But it's time to sell, let's go n***as talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope But they better back off because we came up Now I'm back in the hood with the whole Sceam selling dope to the muthaf**in dope fiends 3 keys and the n***a came up Too many fiends to keep this muthaf**in game up Now I'm rapping, n***as say I win for jyp, sike! f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh**. From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** Life Life in the muthaf**in game You know you have to live in the South to get a muthaf**in name Wanna be me, wanna be you But they ain't down with a f**in clue Talkin that sh** for centuries ??? that ho never been to penitentery n***as I hit, n***as talking sh** But a n***a that don't quit Can't hook the muthaf**in beata I pack a f**in 9 for the s**as that wanna greed us I'm a n***a on a role to get paid, b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** Back to the muthaf**in fiend Back on another n***as dream n***as gettin paid by the grouse And every f**in body in the hood gotta sell dope Because the white man gotta f**ing see us sold out The ghetto code living and then it blows up n***as getting jacked for their j**els Read bout another n***a on the f**in news n***as go trippin, n***as in there dippin But a gold P ain't snippin n***as out whatchin his f**in back n***as get stuck like that. f** that sh** f** that sh**. Give a n***a a f**in deal on a job Give a n***a the gatt code and teach him how to ride Because the way I felt won't pay a n***a rent, he still can't You said it makes no sense to take a brotha To jail for his reputation, when the government is Drived by the flation A brotha gettin beat by the police One black judge and you think this sh** is sease I'm sell caine to get my grits, because I can't get a job so... f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h f** that sh** ]From the city where we never sell out b**h Yeah and now you know that the muthaf**in Real Untouchables Is straight bumpin that muthaf**a Underground sh** to yo muthaf**in speaker All you n***as that think we weak you better jump off Before we get a muthaf**in 9mm you crizzome In other words all you punk muthaf**as That out chasin and probation And don't wanna see a n***a come up You ain't nothin but a punk-a** b**h Check this out I wanna say f** that sh** to the system The punk police The radio station that doesn't wanna play our sh** And all those n***as that think we can't come up f** ya'll too young saying Yo G you got something you wanna Say before we cut out this muthaf**a? [Calli G] Yeah I wanna say f** the muthaf**in FBI The CIA and any muthaf**a that's playing ??? Step up and get quickness in the muthaf**a Because I'm fiending for 187 Anytime any day. Yeah, yeah We out this muthaf**a, kid cut the music off f** ya'll f** that sh** Answer the phone P Hello?