dangerous and rambunctious Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers On top of things running shit why you bitches going under If I take your ass on
[Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my
sack loc, bust a back stroke And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc [Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] [Master P] Ah dog we off
"No Limit Studios" "Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P
dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics Never plaster on plastic like
In the D.A. mouth shit, here's a root canal Right on center street, put 'em on front street Next day the front page, "Who gonna front on me?" Girls deranked
been to the pen) [C-Murder] Them boys is at it again (Sho') TRU Records came to represent (C-Murder) [Master P] No Limit No Limit [Hook with Master P
hoochies I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry mother I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back
back To the mighty n.o., came fame, when I brought it to the top Here we go, in this b-i-t-c-h Chorus [master p] (talking with echo) Represent, ughhhhhhhhh
buck, but that's ok [Verse 1] They say the top ain't acting funny He ain't holla'd a day He got the top back, you know his new Z28 Holla at ya (BOY!)
sittin on top But you a fool when you finaly drop I Thank the lord for every thing I got and its No Limit Till My times Stopped. Uggghhhh!!!! [Chorus (Master P
squash shoulder me, choke the mask So rap from coast to coast, keep us dog pound And thinking my thugster hit them deception rear While D.P. got serving nigga hoe We on
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
Elvis, now I'm gone Back on the streets in the heart of P Long Man oh man lick shots if I have to Submit to me as your lord and master It's the Mighty
gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy
back up... [Eminem] You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You better back
space MC shit right here, master of the ceremonies All that other garbage One dimensional emcees can't handle that Yo music is my love, press play on
surroundings, underground and it's pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy of three times three, use my mental nine to climb like gladiator on wall, on