Bout That Drama

Silkk-Wassup fool?

Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's

Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back

Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch

Master P-Bout that drama

Master P-No Limit

[Silkk]

Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch

Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit

I run with TRU

I gives a fuck about who you run with

Bitch, we run this shit

Nigga it be No Limit for life

Across my stomach

Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money

Got it for fifteen g's or more

I ain't stretchen out upon the floor

I want that cash in that bag

Then Im'a dash

I want that cash, and that dope

It ain't no luv in this bitch

I got a slug for a trick

It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich

Gotta break 'em off the plastic

Have them face down closed casket

You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic

Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees

I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me

Nigga wassup? (Murder)

Fool

Gettin' high up off that indo

Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low

Cock with a Glock

Pop once to them low

Nigga fade me

Think I'm crazy?

Nigga, I do this shit daily

I'm bout that drama

[Master P Chorus]

I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama

No Limit niggas ready to kill

We bout that drama

We bout that drama bitch

No Limit niggas are bout that drama

That drama

Drama

We bout that drama

Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas

[Silkk]

Bitch I been about that drama

Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop

My bullets ain't got no name

And plus my trigga ain't gots no heart

Freeze

You niggas better duck

I'm quick as fuck

Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass

I gives a fuck bitch

Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this

Nigga don't need to run though

Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch

With this gat 1-1-0

Nigga watch straight street sweeper

Watchin' the block

And the Glock cock

Nigga, boz with that shot your dome

It be known I'm from the southside

Bitch you thought wrong

I stick and move with this pistol grip

I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone

Call 9-1-1

But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7

Stretched out on the stretcher

Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth

Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool

How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence

I represent

I bet you I get dead presidents

Before I die I'm bust more fly

For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion

*Master P chorus and talking*