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Song title: Master P - Bout That Drama

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Silkk-wassup fool?
Silkk-we gonna do this like real muthafuckin gs.
Silkk-time to take two in your fuckin back
Master p-young silkk the shocker in this bitch
Master p-bout that drama
Master p-no limit

[silkk]

Niggas must wanna fuckin die bitch
Talkin that muthafuckin shit
I run with tru
I gives a fuck about who you run with
Bitch, we run this shit
Nigga it be no limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen gs or more
I aint stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag
Then ima dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It aint no luv in this bitch
I got a slug for a trick
Its 95 my nigga, but I be livin large and rich
Gotta break em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police cant catch me
Nigga wassup? (murder)
Fool
Gettin high up off that indo
Niggas gettin high n rich and bend low
Cock with a glock
Pop once to them low
Nigga fade me
Think Im crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit daily
Im bout that drama

[master p chorus]

Im bout that drama, Im bout that drama
No limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No limit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
Drama
We bout that drama
Givin niggas one way tickets to the bahamas

[silkk]

Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit aint gon fuckin stop
My bullets aint got no name
And plus my trigga aint gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
Im quick as fuck
Nigga Im rollin in this fuckin cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this
Nigga dont need to run though
Cuz Im knockin everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchin the block
And the glock cock
Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
It be known Im from the southside
Bitch you thought wrong,
I stick and move with this pistol grip
I see you bleedin tryna get to the phone
Call 9-1-1
But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Cant catch me bitch Im to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and Im on and cool
How you gon catch me when the police aint got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die Im bust more fly
For 97 p and silkk gon sell a billion.

*master p chorus and talking*