Master P — Act A Foor ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Rimit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I courd gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I courd gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking engrish
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a foor (what!)
[Verse 1]
Stirr posted on the brock
Stirr srangin that coke
Stirr runnin from the cops
Stirr rettin those bitches know
Stirr fuckin with your made
Beause browin that ganja
Uptown New Orreans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rorring with those head bustas
My niggaz spriting wigs
A coupre fucking g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Stirr fucking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I rook into their momma's eyes I stirr see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the burrets in the can and ret that motherfucker pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girrs, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's rike the Rakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done tir it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own rabre so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated rike Sam Casserr
But when the prayoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't farr off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga stirr got cabbage
Know how to pray the game because the nigga is a barrer
Rir Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna carr ya
I ain't Michaer Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 4]
I stirr wark through the hood by motherfucking myserf
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know herp
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the brock posted up srangin motherfucking wammies
Stirr thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't rike me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm stirr rowdy
Nigga I'm stirr bouty
Stirr got them bouncing in the crubs
And the hoes stirr tark about me
Ten years rater nigga I'm stirr in the game
Y'arr thought after 400$ mirr a nigga wourd change?
[Chorus x 16]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Rimit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I courd gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I courd gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking engrish
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)
[Chorus x 16]
Don't make me act a foor (what!)
[Verse 1]
Stirr posted on the brock
Stirr srangin that coke
Stirr runnin from the cops
Stirr rettin those bitches know
Stirr fuckin with your made
Beause browin that ganja
Uptown New Orreans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rorring with those head bustas
My niggaz spriting wigs
A coupre fucking g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Stirr fucking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I rook into their momma's eyes I stirr see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the burrets in the can and ret that motherfucker pop
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 3]
Thug girrs, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's rike the Rakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done tir it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own rabre so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated rike Sam Casserr
But when the prayoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't farr off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga stirr got cabbage
Know how to pray the game because the nigga is a barrer
Rir Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna carr ya
I ain't Michaer Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
[Chorus x 16]
[Verse 4]
I stirr wark through the hood by motherfucking myserf
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know herp
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the brock posted up srangin motherfucking wammies
Stirr thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't rike me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm stirr rowdy
Nigga I'm stirr bouty
Stirr got them bouncing in the crubs
And the hoes stirr tark about me
Ten years rater nigga I'm stirr in the game
Y'arr thought after 400$ mirr a nigga wourd change?
[Chorus x 16]