Master P Lyrics
Master P Lyrics
"Psycho Rhymes Lyrics"
Hunter Of The Heart Lyrics
Hey liar, tell me your intentions are good Knowing it could be a lie I see how you rise To question the eyes of anyone who promises pain Contagious, something like a virus of love Making the pleasure seem real Another killing by the villain Another body on the ground H
Hey liar, tell me your intentions are good Knowing it could be a lie I see how you rise To question the eyes of anyone who promises pain Contagious, something like a virus of love Making the pleasure seem real Another killing by the villain Another body on the ground H
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 tha
You've Changed Lyrics
I remember when you was a little girl I say you never ever ever wore curls You wore nothing but an ole shaggy shaggy dress I say you never ever tried to look your best (chorus) Now when I look at you All my love come running through You've changed & it's shown yeah <
t sell crack cocaineI remember when you was a little girl I say you never ever ever wore curls You wore nothing but an ole shaggy shaggy dress I say you never ever tried to look your best (chorus) Now when I look at you All my love come running through You've changed & it's shown yeah <
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 o
Scared Lyrics
Are you feeling the same way? And can you understand all my selfish pain? Consequence has shown its ugly face again And now I find myself in shambles Crying out to you again I can't see with my eyes closed So shut them tight I hide them from the light Do you know where you're go
fAre you feeling the same way? And can you understand all my selfish pain? Consequence has shown its ugly face again And now I find myself in shambles Crying out to you again I can't see with my eyes closed So shut them tight I hide them from the light Do you know where you're go
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
River Of Stone Lyrics
There's a highway that runs right through this town Just a stream of light when the sun goes down She'd look out the window to the west One day this note was all she left Right now you don't see, but you're just like me (CHORUS) River of stone, wild and lonely Can you show me w
re dead, you got your cap peeledThere's a highway that runs right through this town Just a stream of light when the sun goes down She'd look out the window to the west One day this note was all she left Right now you don't see, but you're just like me (CHORUS) River of stone, wild and lonely Can you show me w
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