Master P Bout That Drama Lyrics

Silkk-Wassup fool?
Silkk-We gonna do this like real m____fuckin' g's.
Silkk-Time to take two in your f___in' back
Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this b____
Master P-Bout that drama
Master P-No Limit

[Silkk]

n____s must wanna f___in' die b____
Talkin' that m____fuckin' s___
I run with TRU
I gives a f___ about who you run with
b____, we run this s___
n____ it be No Limit for life
Across my stomach
Runnin' is a b____ 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 b____
I got a slug for a trick
It's '95 my n____, but I be livin' large and rich
Gotta break 'em off the plastic
Have them face down closed casket
You n____s should never start that s___ with a semi-automatic
Stuff them n____s, freeze, show em my degrees
I want them keys up in the lexus, b_____ trail but police can't catch me
n____ wassup? (Murder)
Fool
Gettin' high up off that indo
n____s gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
c___ with a glock
Pop once to them low
n____ fade me
Think I'm crazy?
n____, I do this s___ daily
I'm bout that drama

[Master P chorus]

I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit n____s ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama b____
No Limit n____s are bout that drama
That drama
drama
We bout that drama
Givin' n____s one way tickets to the bahamas

[Silkk]

b____ I been about that drama
n____, this s___ ain't gon' f___in' stop
My bullets ain't got no name
and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
Freeze
You n____s better duck
I'm quick as f___
n____ I'm rollin' in this f___in' cutlass
I gives a f___ b____
n____ I falls for that b____ and ducks this
n____ don't need to run though
Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
With this gat 1-1-0
n____ watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block
and the glock c___
n____, boz with that shot your dome
It be known I'm from the southside
b____ 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 b____ 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*