mask It's just a mother fuckin' message, watch your ass Chorus: tru Watch your motherfuckin' ass nigga Watch your motherfuckin' ass Watch your motherfuckin' ass bitch Watch your motherfuckin' [master p
Traduction: Master P. Watch Your Ass.
for crack 5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass All these crazy hoes havin' babies for the welfare Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass [Master P
they oughta Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom 'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit
snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P
't fuckin around Track Masters ain't fuckin around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "
Seale said, "please make it rough, bro" when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo through your neighborhood, watch me blast tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass
See im the realest yet Im like that old school vet, put your whole crew to the test Ill knock you out your socks, run your ass off the stage Im pushin
the past Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your
