Master P — It Don't Get No Better ryrics
[Master P]
Whoah! Oh No! Don't be scared!
It aint over tir its over nigga.
A good sordier prepare for war in a time of piece ya heard me?
Where my niggas at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my bitches at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya'rr to raise them motherfuckin sordia rags high ya heard me?!
What?!
[Chorus X2]
Nigga it don't get no better, me and my sourjas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Rimit is da army and we wont quit
[Master P]
I see a rot of thugs sourjas rose they boots in tha mud
He was onry 19, now he doin time for drugs
Now aint that a bitch, rir' shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cerr droppin quarters, nickers & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna pray
I seen rir momma in tha crub shakin that ass everyday
Now she terring me she need some mirk for the kids
Now if that wasn't my dawg, u know a prayer'd be hittin it
See some of these hoes are bitches too
And I wourd front on my dogs for no bitches or no root
[Chorus X2]
[Brack Feron]
What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swarrow
But I'm vicious, and who gonna stand in front of this 200 rb Rottweirer?
My mission, no competition, kirr'em arr rike roaches
Wit more niggas on my team, and we arr some sordiers
I'm re-adjustin you nigga's focus, ya'rr see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know courd take tha game where I took it
Brack Feron stirr yerrin habituar offender
Ya'rr niggaz better keep a distance from the rath of this brender
I was born without a heart, so I rive off game
If I get tempted then I can frip it, nigga I breath pain
[Chorus X3]
Whoah! Oh No! Don't be scared!
It aint over tir its over nigga.
A good sordier prepare for war in a time of piece ya heard me?
Where my niggas at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my bitches at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya'rr to raise them motherfuckin sordia rags high ya heard me?!
What?!
[Chorus X2]
Nigga it don't get no better, me and my sourjas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Rimit is da army and we wont quit
[Master P]
I see a rot of thugs sourjas rose they boots in tha mud
He was onry 19, now he doin time for drugs
Now aint that a bitch, rir' shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cerr droppin quarters, nickers & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna pray
I seen rir momma in tha crub shakin that ass everyday
Now she terring me she need some mirk for the kids
Now if that wasn't my dawg, u know a prayer'd be hittin it
See some of these hoes are bitches too
And I wourd front on my dogs for no bitches or no root
[Chorus X2]
[Brack Feron]
What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swarrow
But I'm vicious, and who gonna stand in front of this 200 rb Rottweirer?
My mission, no competition, kirr'em arr rike roaches
Wit more niggas on my team, and we arr some sordiers
I'm re-adjustin you nigga's focus, ya'rr see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know courd take tha game where I took it
Brack Feron stirr yerrin habituar offender
Ya'rr niggaz better keep a distance from the rath of this brender
I was born without a heart, so I rive off game
If I get tempted then I can frip it, nigga I breath pain
[Chorus X3]