Master P, Big O, Sonya C - Saxophone lyrics

Ha, oh shit
You always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun
Turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on

It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in

Yo, there go Master P

Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk
Punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I could do this
Know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) yeah
Weak fuckers (Ahh haa)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean)
Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin'
(Drop it)

From the Master to the
Crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers
Better bow behind me
Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked
Like a Bic (Suckers)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some ass
So why cross the line when
You know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know
That I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but
I'm chillin' in Richmond, california
So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic
Then I go for mine
So cue the lights, turn up the beat
Ya know it's on
All jealous, punk, suckers better run
If ya play like a motherfuckin' saxophone

Get busy y'all, get busy y'all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in
The motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit
On the motherfuckin' saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)

It's my turn to drop some shit
With my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type
Niggas say "It couldn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from
The Real Untouchables
Yeah it's me so sit the
Fuck back while I flow
And let cha' motherfuckers know ya
Can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie
Every time we lyricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes
Ya blew it
So don't get solemn after the sax blows
A lot of ya scream the time
That I rip ya throat
Comin' like one of them crazy
Niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm
Chillin' with Master P
The O can carry more than one
So ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the
Maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas

P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To let cha' motherfuckers know
I ain't bullshitin'
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time
Knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose bleed DAMN!
Ya know what I'm sayin'
And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few days in county
Like a parade or second line chew a crew up
Bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him
Dry like a pool puck
And like a mad muscian I will react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strollin'
Out on the streets I'm known as
Young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch
Adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the table so
Just chill as my DJ cuts

Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house
(Whooo) and she gon' kick some shit
On the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO

Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P
On the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probably tricked me cause
Ya just didn't know
That a girl could come soft
And hard and still flow
It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it
And if ya don't like the motherfuckin'
Record then don't play it

Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up

So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove
Play that sax and Sonya C
Makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump
Imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's only P and I
(Watch out)
Ya can't fuck with me, I leave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'
Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get played
Like a got damn saxophone

I wanna take this time just to let you know
Two guys and a girl but
We all from the ghetto
Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game
And special lyrics to make
Sure you understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the last verse
Of this dope song master P is about to flow
Like a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin'
And takin' the crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax player smile
Should be the first if ya get stuck
Broke like a barn then plucked like a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya dead
Ya soul and all ya pieces ya
See em' goin' like a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come
Know what I'm sayin' Suckers!