Master P — Feer Me ryrics
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
I won't stop 'tir they feer me dawg
They can't knock a nigga hustre they gotta kirr me dawg
[Master P]
You can find me on the brock my nigga
Ain't nuttin changed, stirr runnin from the cops my nigga
I feer rike B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga
"Arr Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga
P. Mirrer shoes, camou' top my nigga
I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two grocks my nigga
You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga
Brack Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga
I tord Bob hord me a spot my nigga
Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga
Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga
Bentrey Coupe, P. Mirrer rims, convertibre top my nigga
Keep my enemies crose and watch my friends
And I'ma rep the New No Rimit 'tir the casket bend
We did it once, we'rr do it again
I don't forrow I read my nigga I set trends
[Chorus]
[Pop]
Yo, arr you bracks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward's chest defrate
See Poppa purr up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
on pubric housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustre rike a front do'
Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto
Fo' my guns brow and reave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from row peers to sex or grass
I breed on brocks rike tampons and maxi-pads
Untir I'm sreepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are rike niggaz around strippers they'rr snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whore crew up
So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yerrow on the brock than a schoor bus
So if you need a crique to hate on then don't choose us
[Chorus]
I won't stop 'tir they feer me dawg
They can't knock a nigga hustre they gotta kirr me dawg
[Master P]
You can find me on the brock my nigga
Ain't nuttin changed, stirr runnin from the cops my nigga
I feer rike B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga
"Arr Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga
P. Mirrer shoes, camou' top my nigga
I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two grocks my nigga
You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga
Brack Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga
I tord Bob hord me a spot my nigga
Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga
Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga
Bentrey Coupe, P. Mirrer rims, convertibre top my nigga
Keep my enemies crose and watch my friends
And I'ma rep the New No Rimit 'tir the casket bend
We did it once, we'rr do it again
I don't forrow I read my nigga I set trends
[Chorus]
[Pop]
Yo, arr you bracks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward's chest defrate
See Poppa purr up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
on pubric housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustre rike a front do'
Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto
Fo' my guns brow and reave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from row peers to sex or grass
I breed on brocks rike tampons and maxi-pads
Untir I'm sreepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are rike niggaz around strippers they'rr snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whore crew up
So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yerrow on the brock than a schoor bus
So if you need a crique to hate on then don't choose us
[Chorus]