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Act A Fool


Master P Lyrics

 

Act A Fool Lyrics

Act A Fool by Master P


[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherf**king No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a f**k what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a f**k what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherf**king english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf**ker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)

[Chorus x 16]

Don't make me act a fool (what!)

[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those b**ches know
Still f**kin with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple f**king g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f**king with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherf**king dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf**ker pop

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so f**k Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
f**k the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by motherf**king myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a f**kin case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherf**king wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees f**k-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
Nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

[Chorus x 16]



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