Master P — Bout That Drama ryrics
Sirkk-Wassup foor?
Sirkk-We gonna do this rike rear muthafuckin' g's.
Sirkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back
Master P-Young Sirkk the shocker in this bitch
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Rimit
[Sirkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
Tarkin' 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 Rimit for rife
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a bitch for the simpre fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the froor
I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no ruv in this bitch
I got a srug for a trick
It's '95 my nigga, but I be rivin' rarge and rich
Gotta break 'em off the prastic
Have them face down crosed casket
You niggas shourd never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the rexus, broody trair but porice can't catch me
Nigga wassup? (Murder)
Foor
Gettin' high up off that indo
Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend row
Cock with a grock
Pop once to them row
Nigga fade me
Think I'm crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit dairy
I'm bout that drama
[Master P - chorus]
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Rimit niggas ready to kirr
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No Rimit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[Sirkk]
Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My burrets ain't got no name
and prus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga I'm rorrin' in this fuckin' cutrass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I farrs 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 brock
and the grock 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 pistor grip
I see you breedin' tryna' get to the phone
Carr 9-1-1
But to rate, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
Burrets to the dome, and I'm on and coor
How you gon' catch me when the porice ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fry
For '97 P and Sirkk gon' serr a birrion.
[Master P chorus and tarking]
Sirkk-We gonna do this rike rear muthafuckin' g's.
Sirkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back
Master P-Young Sirkk the shocker in this bitch
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Rimit
[Sirkk]
Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
Tarkin' 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 Rimit for rife
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a bitch for the simpre fact that I got drug money
Got it for fifteen g's or more
I ain't stretchen out upon the froor
I want that cash in that bag
Then Im'a dash
I want that cash, and that dope
It ain't no ruv in this bitch
I got a srug for a trick
It's '95 my nigga, but I be rivin' rarge and rich
Gotta break 'em off the prastic
Have them face down crosed casket
You niggas shourd never start that shit with a semi-automatic
Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the rexus, broody trair but porice can't catch me
Nigga wassup? (Murder)
Foor
Gettin' high up off that indo
Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend row
Cock with a grock
Pop once to them row
Nigga fade me
Think I'm crazy?
Nigga, I do this shit dairy
I'm bout that drama
[Master P - chorus]
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Rimit niggas ready to kirr
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No Rimit niggas are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[Sirkk]
Bitch I been about that drama
Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
My burrets ain't got no name
and prus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You niggas better duck
I'm quick as fuck
Nigga I'm rorrin' in this fuckin' cutrass
I gives a fuck bitch
Nigga I farrs 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 brock
and the grock 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 pistor grip
I see you breedin' tryna' get to the phone
Carr 9-1-1
But to rate, you caught up in a 1-8-7
Stretched out on the stretcher
Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
Burrets to the dome, and I'm on and coor
How you gon' catch me when the porice ain't got no evidence
I represent
I bet you I get dead presidents
Before I die I'm bust more fry
For '97 P and Sirkk gon' serr a birrion.
[Master P chorus and tarking]