Master P - Yay Actin Bad lyrics

[Chorus:] Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay [Verse 1:] Yea, the yeah, with the yea See it in your eyes, you ain't but that you gay P*ssy, it ain't coming down It is up there, Yea, with the yeah lay you out Rest in peace my n***a, we ain't creeping We riding, we ain't slipping My n***a we all bout beef and reef Yea, with the yeah, with the yea Run up in your house b**h, I don't wear a mask All my youngsters bout that dumb sh** All they wanna do is just dumb sh** Got a game to call, we don't miss Two hundred rounds in the drum for your clip Ain't no life in that n***a, he a ghost I put that dick in the chopper and do the most You outta here [Chorus:] Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay [Verse 2:] I'm B - A - B - A - C - C- H -C - E- B - 4 - 7 [?] Yea that's me, I'm on some dumb sh** I got the yea with the yea Pull up on in the curb, box body with the rag I'm talking dumb sh** I drive an hour to pick up the product Go all that gangsta then go [?] We back, no limit ain't got no limit We promise fully automatic, we go out in semis [Chorus:] Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay [Verse 3:] Listen, I be going 8, really going 8 Waiting all in your bushes like a rattlesnake 123 with the gun straps, I'm with the yea with the yea You probably get clapped I be putting in work, really putting in work Make that motherf*cker jump, make that b**h jerk I be going dumb, you know retarded I got the red beam on my Glock 40 [Chorus] Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay [Verse 4:] They come from one town, you will get pumped down We make dumb, dumb sh** like we from Buck Town Go get your big dog like yea, homie yea And I'm gon' lick that b**h up like I'm from Trinidad Bring out that black trunk, black mask Do you something awful One of them is a boxed up ring and some joints So I can fix em one of that meatball sh** Then I pop out them bushes with a new drumstick like [Chorus:] Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay Yea, with the yeah, with the yea I be on these streets getting money, I can pay [Outro:] Yeah I can bet on it, yes Big money mix the yea with the yea Yeah I can bet on it yes How you getting money I can bet on it yes Come on