Master P - Come & get something Lyrics
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- Come & get something Lyrics
Album: Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all Fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of y'all niggas huh, what [master p] Haaaaaaa this weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters You think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch My daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch Hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers Pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas My momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby Cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy P don't take no shit from no suckas But ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers If you want something come and get something (2x) [c-murder] I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house I'm not p but I dumpin niggas like stackhouse They call me c-murder I'm a member of that tru click You run up wrong boy you might get your wig split I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics Them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit My game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups I come up short i'ma bust yo fuckin lip up Cuz money and murder is the code that I live by Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by Deep in the game preparing for the worst {what about dem po po's} I wanna put em in a hearse They took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk Fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some If you want something come and get somethin (2x) [prime suspects] Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred But you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served How you figure that we was stackin g's on the low How you figure that you can come kick in my door Fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas From that weight and that caliope arms swoll soldier Never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin No talkin in this jack move be cool While c pet you crime is the way in these days Niggas get left in a daze from ak's barrel pointed your way Prime checks prime suspects prime nine I'm a no limit soldier I'm out to get mine If you want something come and get something (3x fade)
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