Master P Lyrics

[Intro]
(Drvmlord)

[Chorus]
Run up my business, momma proud of me (Proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like the lottery
The karma that come from the robberies
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (Phew)
Glock with a drum, uh (Fah, fah)
Go run up a bah-bah (Bah)
Which set are you from? Uh (Where you from?)
You don't want no problems
Backwoods, my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo
I'm from the jungle
[Verse]
I use to trap with the raw in the Breezeway, I make a lot through a speed chase (Skrrt)
Federal unit pursue on the freeway, they turn that bitch to a fee change (Ayy, come here)
Don't follow directions, I come from a section where we gon' go fed just like each way (Each way)
Every bitch lookin' like I'm a sweepstakes
I'm the chosen one, nigga, cheese cake Nigga, hold your tongue, that's a G-way
Got a stolen gun and a bool with me
My phones on like a DJ on replay, and I ain't have no father figure
I was in the trenches, the street way, and before they drop that iPhone, had the Glock on, on a prepaid (Prepaid)

[Chorus]
Run up my business, momma proud of me (Uh)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like the lottery (Lottery)
The karma that come from the robberies (Robberies)
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (Uh)
Glock with a drum, uh (Fah, fah)
Go run up a bah-bah (Bah-bah)
Which set are you from? Uh (Where you from?)
You don't want no problems (Nuh-uh)
Backwoods, my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo (Ha-ha)
I'm from the jungle (Ninth street)
[Outro]
Haha, ha, I rock with that

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