Master P - Da Last Don lyrics

Ughhhhh
Good Day America, this is Mr no Limit
So you want to get rid of gangsta rap
But what if gangsta rap gets rid of you
How'd you like them apples
You want your kids to grow up
Listenin' to good American music
But they don't want that
They want that bout it bout it shit
You always point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy
Points the finger at you?
Fuck the politcians the media
And the government
The fucking world was built on corruption
If it wasn't for people like
Me and my reality music
You couldn't pay for a meal
I'm tired of you fucking
Hustlers following me around
Tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustler is
It's a pig that don't fly straight
But it's OK (it's OK)
When you finish listening to this tape
It'll be the last time you hear
A bad guy like me so fuck you cock-a-roaches
Sincerely yours the last don
Master P The Last Don

I made millions from raps I
Couldn't die in scraps
No Limit niggas we strapped
Thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzle
But they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit I didn't do
Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
We retaliated, now we killers (Ughhhhhh)
Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes
But we drug dealers
Ain't that a bitch, a nigga tryna make it
Changed for society but these
Fools tryna take me
They want you dead or locked up
Smokin' or rocked up
Walkin' the blocked up, down or cocked up
In the bayou, haters six feet deep
It could be you or me your girl or your homey
'Cause life has no time
But keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one to grow on from the Last Don

He took the kiss of death so
I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so
I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so
I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so
I could be The Last Don

2Pac, Biggie Smalls
My little brother Kevin Miller
They all took the kiss of death so
I could be the last don
Real niggas and bitches out
There feel my pain
Feel my pain, it's real out here
Ain't no such thing as uh
You can't change your life
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a million deaths
But a solider only dies once
So all y'all niggas out there in
The hood tryna feed your families
Get what you gotta get, and get out nigga
Get your shit together
And if you hustlin', hustle for a cause nigga
Don't believe in nobody but
Your motherfuckin' self
'Cause money's the root of all evil
We done lost a lot of
Soldiers behind them dollars
That's one to grow on nigga
From the last Dizon, you heard me