Master P - Act a Fool (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

Published

0 120 0

Master P - Act a Fool (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah n***a I'm going rep this motherf**ing No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out n***a I could gave a fu*k what a n***a gotta say about me I could gave a fu*k what the media gotta say about me n***a I ain't got no motherf**ing english I'm from the hood And you know what? If a motherf**er come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?) [Chorus x 16] Don't make me act a fool (what!) [Verse 1] Still posted on the block Still slangin that coke Still runnin from the cops Still lettin those b**hes know Still f**in with your Jamaica Blowin that ganja Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me Rolling with those head bustas My n***as spliting wigs A couple f**ing g's n***a it can get did Straight from the hood And I represent the street Send money to the pen Still f**ing with C (okay!) R.I.P. to the n***as in the motherf**ing dirt When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt What a n***a supposed to do when his boy get shot? Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf**er pop [Chorus x 16] [Verse 3] Thug girls, I put my name on them Me and Boi's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda And I got my own clothing line so f** Gucci and Prada n***a I'm underated like Sam Ca**ell But when the playoffs come n***a I'm gonna be there Can't fall off because a n***a ain't average f** the I.R.S. a n***a still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the n***a is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 [Chorus x 16] [Verse 4] I still walk through the hood by motherf**ing myself And if I have some beef n***a I don't need know help n***a ain't Puffy and a n***a ain't Ma$e So give me 50-feet before I catch a f**in case, n***a We ain't going to the Grammys Find us on the block posted up slangin motherf**ing wammies Still thuged out with the white tees f**-a-n***a who don't like me I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me I'm still rowdy n***a I'm still bouty Still got them bouncing in the clubs And the hoes still talk about me Ten years later n***a I'm still in the game Y'all thought after 400$ mill a n***a would change? [Chorus x 16]