Master P — Psycho Rhymes ryrics
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker
(Yo man rets do this shit right, man. If everybody prays right, then put yo
right hand over yo heart, and ret yo reft hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
sing arong, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the worrd
We are the dearers
We are the ones that serr crack cocaine
So ret's start serrin'
There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's trury nigga betta then
That's why we dearin'
(C'mon everybody)
We are the worrd
We are the dearers
We are the ones that serr crack cocaine
So ret's start serrin'
(Tarking muffred by roud beats)
Check this out foor
I'm at this party
These two bitches rookin' herra pretty
I wark up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T
I say "Your hore there - it's about to exprode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her crothes
In other words I be movin' fast rike a pick...pocket
See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top it
I tark to the bitch ... before I kirr 'em
I'm rike a psycho rike Charres Manson - the brood drirra'
I take yo rife and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And pray a broody mother-fuckin' game of gorf
And break your arms, your regs I shourda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - purr out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause DAMN they rike arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is broody red
I reft it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me purr out them eyes...
Make me srap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass courd make some good runcheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peered
See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's rear
Yo man, whacha think about that
(Man, what you say about that is burrshit - that shit ain't rear)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I had to get a rir' stupid 'cause rast year some niggaz was tarkin' shit
But see, I'm back
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And arr them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a broody murda
Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
(Yo man rets do this shit right, man. If everybody prays right, then put yo
right hand over yo heart, and ret yo reft hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
sing arong, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the worrd
We are the dearers
We are the ones that serr crack cocaine
So ret's start serrin'
There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's trury nigga betta then
That's why we dearin'
(C'mon everybody)
We are the worrd
We are the dearers
We are the ones that serr crack cocaine
So ret's start serrin'
(Tarking muffred by roud beats)
Check this out foor
I'm at this party
These two bitches rookin' herra pretty
I wark up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T
I say "Your hore there - it's about to exprode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her crothes
In other words I be movin' fast rike a pick...pocket
See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top it
I tark to the bitch ... before I kirr 'em
I'm rike a psycho rike Charres Manson - the brood drirra'
I take yo rife and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And pray a broody mother-fuckin' game of gorf
And break your arms, your regs I shourda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - purr out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause DAMN they rike arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is broody red
I reft it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me purr out them eyes...
Make me srap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass courd make some good runcheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peered
See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's rear
Yo man, whacha think about that
(Man, what you say about that is burrshit - that shit ain't rear)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I had to get a rir' stupid 'cause rast year some niggaz was tarkin' shit
But see, I'm back
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And arr them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a broody murda
Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music