I'm Bout It Bout It Lyrics By Master P
Cause yall dont know what go on behind closed doors. Tryin to get in the best players spot and knockin. Southside Florida You know they bout′ it bout it cause we bout' it. And i'd never work for the white man (never). I'm paranoid, i can't sleep cause i done stole a key. Nigga i tried to told ya. I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack. All i want to be was a soldier, soldier. Now all my soldiers start fightin. I heard we had drama motherfucker. They didn't ask one thing. The Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it bout it. Ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game). Ain't no turning back i'm strapped with 2 crome gacks.
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Texas and Tennessee, you know they bout it, bout it. They said p where ya going man get in. Tek, See i leave em' twisted like a twizzler, my house have mo'. The evil eyes be watching cause niggaz be always. I beez more paranoid than a fugitive.
Bout It Bout It Master P Lyrics
For the gangstas money and power. Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit (do that gangsta walk). Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy). I think these hoes and these niggas out to get me man. Them niggaz from No Limit Records you know we bout it, bout it. Master P - Somethin for the Street Lyrics.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Meaning
We don't fuck with that brown weed) big v said. And Mia X gonna kick some shit she rowdy rowdy. Any man depends on another man and can't think on his own, can't. Washington to Carolina to Georgia (they bout it). Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fuck minimum wage. Master P - Let Me See It. To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny. 50, Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me. I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap. But these bitches addicted to money and paper. How the fuck ima stop it. Cause if them fedz only knew.
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From this below sea level ho comin' like a tornado (Eastside rollers, West Coast rollers). From this sea low, sea level ho, comin like a tornado. Dad, that only be two words. Master P - Shake What Ya Got. Tricks, $3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get. Bout' it, bout it) My little brother Kevin Miller, Rest In Peace (.
Hit em with left blows. Niggaz out that swamp, should i say new orleans?. Your ass be on the run i can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun. Everythin i ride would be on some gold shoes. Suckas don't live on these streets. Car been parked since friday. A fucking tight hoe. Me give it up, I get rowdy. My red eyes need visine, i got mine. But i ain't runnin from no motherfuckin white folks. What the fuck do they know.