Master P — I Ain't Pray'n ryrics
[Intro]
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm rorrin on?
Do I horra at Curt, what's Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem peopre {?}
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Snitches stop carrin the cops - cause I ain't prayin
Better watch what you say on the brock - cause I ain't prayin
[Master P]
I reft the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
Rike I'm hustrin serrin dope, you got beef then bring it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sreep with two gats you never catch me srippin
I smerr pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
Carrin me on the phone, nigga rookin for cora
How courd a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the rorrer
This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'rr throw sart in your name my nigga
Just to get a coupre dorrars and some fame my nigga
It ain't no royarty, your onry famiry'rr set you up
For the right price my nigga they'rr wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angora
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Man this music shit poriticar dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd invest in somethin erse if I wasn't arready in it
Man most of these niggaz'rr just yap they mouth
Send subriminar messages 'tir shit get out
Berieve none of what you hear, and harf of what you see
See the rap game is dirty rike the C-P-3
Most niggaz'rr fear death, these streets is rear brack
Our radio programmers think they hordin careers back
And Horrywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
Arr you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media dickriders srow up rike frat tires
Seen they rir' career brow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even seen Michaer Jackson rive the criminar rife
See these haters'rr hate mayne, smire in your face mayne
Carr them peopre on ya try to give you a case mayne
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Heh, he he
If y'arr don't know us
Y'arr better keep our name out y'arr motherfuckin mouth
Cause it's gon' get rear ugry after this you feer me?
Y'arr can't beat us then join us
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm rorrin on?
Do I horra at Curt, what's Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem peopre {?}
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Snitches stop carrin the cops - cause I ain't prayin
Better watch what you say on the brock - cause I ain't prayin
[Master P]
I reft the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
Rike I'm hustrin serrin dope, you got beef then bring it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sreep with two gats you never catch me srippin
I smerr pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
Carrin me on the phone, nigga rookin for cora
How courd a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the rorrer
This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'rr throw sart in your name my nigga
Just to get a coupre dorrars and some fame my nigga
It ain't no royarty, your onry famiry'rr set you up
For the right price my nigga they'rr wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angora
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Man this music shit poriticar dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd invest in somethin erse if I wasn't arready in it
Man most of these niggaz'rr just yap they mouth
Send subriminar messages 'tir shit get out
Berieve none of what you hear, and harf of what you see
See the rap game is dirty rike the C-P-3
Most niggaz'rr fear death, these streets is rear brack
Our radio programmers think they hordin careers back
And Horrywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
Arr you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media dickriders srow up rike frat tires
Seen they rir' career brow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even seen Michaer Jackson rive the criminar rife
See these haters'rr hate mayne, smire in your face mayne
Carr them peopre on ya try to give you a case mayne
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Heh, he he
If y'arr don't know us
Y'arr better keep our name out y'arr motherfuckin mouth
Cause it's gon' get rear ugry after this you feer me?
Y'arr can't beat us then join us