Master P Feel Me Lyrics

(feat. Pop)

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg
They can't knock a n____ hustle they gotta kill me dawg

[Master P]
You can find me on the block my n____
Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my n____
I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my n____
"All Eyez on Me," but I got this n____
P. Miller shoes, camou' top my n____
I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my n____
You wanna scrap but I don't box my n____
Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my n____
I told Bob hold me a spot my n____
Case these industry b____es try to stop a n____
Try to sue me but I'm on top my n____
Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my n____
Keep my enemies close and watch my friends
And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend
We did it once, we'll do it again
I don't follow I lead my n____ I set trends

[Chorus]

[Pop]
Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do'
Punk no, you better come off my bread p___to
Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from low peels to s__ or grass
I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are like n____z around strippers they'll snap ya a__
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yellow on the block than a school bus
So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us

[Chorus]