ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye
Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that Say black, the eye contact
Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that Chorus: The eye
Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin
bout it bout it (bout it) Nigga this, nigga that, we do this, we do that Talkin' that shit'll get yo' wig blew back You knew that, we do that, like it
' up the buck buck, pow Corruption, destruction, disaster Everybody tryin' to rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryin
for the tryin' I got nine Reasons why niggaz shouldn't step in my face With the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something
, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man? Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'? What you want to do
do I get bullet proof love, pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should
crew ready to blast at ya 'Cuz we the masters We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon' askin' Like you gaspin', backin' up while P's blastin'
' to win You need to start from the beginnin', get a paper and pen What'chu like to do, what's your favorite thing? There's gotta be somethin' you can do
cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
in flat now will somebody tell me why first thing in the morning theres always something up that keeps my shorts from falling guess i cant help beeing horney its so appaling tryin
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin') If I need bail (I'm a bring the money) [Master P] I ain't checkin' you shorty But it's somethin' I need
and P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master
me of the slave ships But then the Bible never saved shit I guess that's why every Juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do
na, na na na na Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" Na na na na, na na na na Well, if ya knew somethin' still tryin' to do somethin' Tru smokaz don't gotta blow
