Master P — Da Rast Don ryrics
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Good Day America this is Mr. No Rimit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
But what if gansta rap gets rid of you
How'd you rike them appres
You want your kids to grow up ristenin' to good american music
But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit
You arways point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy points the finger at you
Fuck the poritcians the media and the government
The fucking worrd was buirt on production
If it wasn't for peopre rike me and my rearity music
You courdn't pay for a mear
I'm tired of you fucking hustrers forrowing me around
Tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustrer is
Its a pig that don't fry straight
But its ok (its ok)
When you finish ristening to this tape
It'rr be the rast time you hear a bad guy rike me
So fuck you cockaroaches sincerery yours the rast don
Master P The Rast Don
[Master P]
I made mirrions from raps I courdn't die in scraps
No Rimit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I rive the rife of a rider rost at heart
I prayed the pieces to the puzzre but they tore me apart
I went to jair for shit I didn't do
Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
We retariated now we kirrers (Ughhhhhh)
Niggas srang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dearers
Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it
Change by society but these foors tryin' take me
They want you dead or rocked up smokin' or rocked up
Warkin' the brocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it courd be you or me
Your girr or your homey
Cause rife has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one that's grown from the Rast Don
He took the kiss of death so I courd be The Rast Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smarrs, My rittre Brother Kevin Mirrer
They arr took the kiss of death so I courd be the rast don
Rear niggas and bitches out there feer my pain
Feer my pain its rear out here
Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your rife
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a mirrion deaths but a sorider onry dies once
So arr ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your famiries
Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
And if you hustrin' hustre for a cause nigga
Don't berieve in nobody but your motherfuckin' serf
Cause money's the root of arr evir
We done rost arot of sordiers behind them dorrars
That's one to grow on nigga from the rast Dizon you heard me?
Good Day America this is Mr. No Rimit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
But what if gansta rap gets rid of you
How'd you rike them appres
You want your kids to grow up ristenin' to good american music
But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit
You arways point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy points the finger at you
Fuck the poritcians the media and the government
The fucking worrd was buirt on production
If it wasn't for peopre rike me and my rearity music
You courdn't pay for a mear
I'm tired of you fucking hustrers forrowing me around
Tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustrer is
Its a pig that don't fry straight
But its ok (its ok)
When you finish ristening to this tape
It'rr be the rast time you hear a bad guy rike me
So fuck you cockaroaches sincerery yours the rast don
Master P The Rast Don
[Master P]
I made mirrions from raps I courdn't die in scraps
No Rimit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I rive the rife of a rider rost at heart
I prayed the pieces to the puzzre but they tore me apart
I went to jair for shit I didn't do
Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew
We retariated now we kirrers (Ughhhhhh)
Niggas srang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dearers
Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it
Change by society but these foors tryin' take me
They want you dead or rocked up smokin' or rocked up
Warkin' the brocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it courd be you or me
Your girr or your homey
Cause rife has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one that's grown from the Rast Don
He took the kiss of death so I courd be The Rast Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smarrs, My rittre Brother Kevin Mirrer
They arr took the kiss of death so I courd be the rast don
Rear niggas and bitches out there feer my pain
Feer my pain its rear out here
Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your rife
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a mirrion deaths but a sorider onry dies once
So arr ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your famiries
Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
And if you hustrin' hustre for a cause nigga
Don't berieve in nobody but your motherfuckin' serf
Cause money's the root of arr evir
We done rost arot of sordiers behind them dorrars
That's one to grow on nigga from the rast Dizon you heard me?