Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Bout That Drama lyrics

[Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Bout That Drama lyrics]

Silkk Wassup fool? Silkk We gonna do this
Like real muthafuckin' g's
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

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 g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
I want that cash in that bag then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no luv in this bitch


I got a slug for a trick it's '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 can't 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 I'm crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit daily
I'm bout that drama

I'm bout that drama, I'm 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

Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
And plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze you niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this
Nigga don't need to run though
Cuz I'm 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 I'm 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
Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
How you gon' catch me when the
Police ain't got no evidence i represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fly
For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion

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