Mama's Bad

[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up bitch all your getting is a luck pass
Trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the ski & cmt you said fuck it
Only came around when things was kinda cool
But did you really think i'd go out like a fucking fool
Oh hell no, i kept my shit tight
Now the ski & cmt is sitting on something right
Your like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood
Thats why i slide on your ass cause it makes me feel good
All this shit you talk when im not around
Get your crown on nigga but you still aint down
I got something for ya'll
A nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
Cause if i trust ya for a minute
You would have had a motherfucking knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
Cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will fuck you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause i trust nobody

[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2

[master p]
One by one in this century
Brothers are dying getting killed
And sent to penitentary's
And your right hand man could have been a snitch
You think like a hoe you go out just like a bitch
So face 'em to the facts bro'
And end up dead like this other nigga i used to know
I guess its kinda sad g
But it really didn't face me til the funeral car passed me
And what about them tagalongs
Them mother mother fuckers that are driving with the lights on
Could have been the killers
But nobody really cares he died on dope dealers
But that dont mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
And i dont trust a soul from them nigga by my house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
Thats the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have no friends, ha
I should have listened then
Dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks
Pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast
When niggaz said freeze p
I thought to myself, huh, this nigga knows me
But i didn't find it funny
Pulled out my motherfucking 9 when they asked me for my fucking money
But he didn't even shoot
He must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
Im steady pullin' i blast for the driver to the passenger
Four niggaz dead in the car i laugh at ya
Now i gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess its kinda sad, a tear rolled down my eye cause i knew his ass
His name was little peewe
Thats the same motherfucking nigga i was trying to help g
Good thing i thinked fast, cause if i think a nigga gonna do me
Im gonna do his ass, cause a bitch will get you killed
Niggaz like to steal, and aint no thing is a good dope deal
So i live just like john montgotti, ha
I trust nobody


[chorus]

[master p]
Yeah you know what im saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
In the game you know what im saying
You gotta keep your eyes open you know, a lot of niggaz try to get
Niggaz, and the same nigga that you rolling with could be the nigga
Trying to get you, so a nigga like me you know what im saying
I trust nobody i hope you nigga catch on to what im saying

Peace. im outtie.

Yo it's 1992 and master p is back up in this motherfucker

(yo man lets do this shit right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo
Right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody
Sing along, bitch.)

(stop the music!)

We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga betta then
That's why we dealin'

(c'mon everybody)

We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

(talking muffled by loud beats)

Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' t
I say "your hole there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes
In other words i be movin' fast like a pick...pocket

See- i'm a mother-fuckin' maniac i gotta top it
I talk to the bitch ... before i kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner

Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause damn they like arrested codes

For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red
I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat

In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See i'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real

Yo man, whacha think about that
(man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)

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 lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit
But see, i'm back
Ya know what i'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a bloody murda

Yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music

30 g's and with not deep could the game get
4 ki's in the safe and i aint to be fucked with
Living like a baller done cross to that other level
They bury so many motherfuckers i gotta carry a shovel
Casue i dont play when it comes to my mil man
Its risky seeling that cocain
Watch your ass, or watch your back punk
Cause in richmond, california motherfuckers ending
Up in a trunk, but i aint going out like that
I keep on pumping the gage and no limit they got my back
Police keep harrassing me all the time
I guess they tripping cause the p done went big time

[chorus]
Im making money, fuck a bitch cause im paid(im living like a hustler)
X4

[girl]
Tom cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch
[master p]
What else should i say fuck a bitch

[verse two-master p]
Me and the chill we was rolling
Bebbing we was foling
Wholesale selling
T dog golding
Seen some bitches at the bus stop
Following with that ass out
Looking for some tricks but i with that bullshit
Im all about my meal i sell that crack cocain
I got the wholesale yeah im the dope man
Serving the dope fiend for riding the protein
A little b12 and its fast but its crystal clean
Bigger than ever thats clever, im making mo' mil
????, trying to take a nigga to jail
But motherfuck that i aint going out like that
Selling that crack and bitches talking behind ya back

[chorus]

[verse three-master p]
Check the rolex its time to pick the mail up
Slanging and banging, yeah thats how i came up
Strapped on the bullet proofvest for some foul play
A nine on my lap, and on my dash is my ak
My operation run smooth, my money is always there
Cause niggaz know i can act a damn fool
Now its time to move on my pager ranging
Reach my the mobile phone so i can see who's hanging
But if its a broke bitch damn i hang it up
Cause a nigga aint got time to get his dick sucked

[interviewer]
Master p now that you have made it big time
What doy ou have to say to the people
Who didn't think you could make it

[master p]
Same shit i had to say last year
"fuck em!"

Im going big time, i got four girls in the safe
With 50 g's and four ki's i got a sure dope case
But ill smolder the task, fedz was all on my ass
But i got away clean, and kept the nine on the dash
Everyday the games get deeper, the week don't survive
You wanna play you gotta hustle like a ninety five
Now im rolling the car stolen, in the 92 lexus
Driving in california took a trip to texas
Come up, you see it aint about them games bro
Its all about my mil cause i gotta get paid doe
With the dope fiends condiving, suckers wanna try me
Got the wholesale and im strapped when im riding
Peepin' on the turf undercover police
They got me under servailence trying to check my car lease
Constantly waitning for the p crimes to surface
One time on the creep but no time to get nervous
See my concerts are packed, people standing in line
Master p done crossed over, im going big time

[chrous]
Im going big time
Cause a brother like me, i gots to get mine x3


Damn task kicks down my door the got a warrant
50 pull me over but my ??
Evertime they try to get me
Im legit im never slipping, got a female like a trust but
The girl is always tripping
Wondering where im going i gots to what i gotta
I gots to get paid girl ill see your ass tomorrow
Hurry to the crocks bout to pick up my paper
Call the girl up the was blowing up my pager
She wants me to come over and bend over like robbering
I walk into the gate but im tripping off the doberman
My pager is blowing up money calling gotta go
My boys are outta crack i gotta keylow in the record store
Im back rolling and im living like a mack
A 92 benz bought moms a new cadillac
I got a mansion full of brothers and maids
Built in pools security guards with a twelve gage
My pops is rolling large and we hella deep
We used to knock fool's to the concrete
Now we legit and they can't say shit
Chill bought a lexus candy painted and no gold kicks
Marvin's rollin' round in a bm
Gold teeth shining fool you should see him
Daniel got a rag top better gold flakes
Police sweat him boy they gotta get away
C-murder in a 10 it went a jaguar
Hella beat and he's cruising like a movie star
Sonya c and she's got a poise and she's clockin'
Cellular phone and everybody be stopping
Police pull up they wanna know whats happening
But i dont sell dope all the sudden im just rapping
In other words you see me i bust sope rhymes
Cause master p done made it big time, big time

[chorus]

Untouchables in the house you kno what im saying
Tell em how we do em fool, we going big time
Yeah c-murder is definetely and effect
Chilly powdah in the house
Sonya c is in the house
Marvis banks is in the house
Rock d's in the house
My boy king george he in the house
Daniel fry is in the house
And check this out this is definetly dedicated to my brother
You know what im saying, rest in peace kevin miller
That was a nigga that was big time