Master P - Scared Of Me lyrics

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Master P - Scared Of Me lyrics

We in the club, popping bottles after bottles Making champagne rain, f**in models after models b**h n***as see us and they don’t even holler I could press a bu*ton leave you haters in a flaw n***a got me for a brick, gave em 28 n***a gave me bullsh**, What you think I’ma do when I see him? f** you and his crew, if I see him Real n***as go code, molly fit in that pea bow Never miss a shot, derek rose and the free throw Catch a man I’m gone, 2 bottles of that tron f** these n***as hatin on me because my money long I see p**y in his eyes, I know these n***as scared Yeah I f**ed his b**h, that was the best I ever had You taunting tissue n***as, I’m bout to wipe my a** Keep my name out your mouth, before you end up in a bag sponsored links [Hook] I live, I die, the kush, I’m high The streets, the pain, the money, the fame These n***as hating on me thinking they ahead of me p**y n***as scared of me acting like a nun I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun Talking that bullsh**, bout you puttin work Check a n***a resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared Purple and gold charg em, call it james worthy Shawty take it to the head while I’m at the derby No fear, I live on the edge of life No illuminati talk, cause I love christ My price, 26 a f**in brick Your baby mama mad cause a n***a can’t quit f** the brats, everybody f**in tellin I keep a choppa, a firearm with a felon I’d rather die busting, then to go without it Run upon me dog I’ll show you that we bout it, bout it Al capone pushin work through the whole city Come short n***a, you could meet frank … [Hook] I live, I die, the kush, I’m high The streets, the pain, the money, the fame These n***as hating on me thinking they ahead of me p**y n***as scared of me acting like a nun I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun Talking that bullsh**, bout you puttin work Check a n***a resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared When tory enter the room, they holler Whoel ray I spit more fire than 2 jays for 2 days These rappers n***as scared of me, sweet bouquets I’m on my shot town n***a, lou… In the hood, getting dollas, in the club poppin bottles If she bad I might holler, if she not I don’t even bother Lambo doors with the invisible roof You can call that b**h rabid cause he missing a tooth n***as scared, drug dealers n***as roam with my click And my swagger sold me out, I got sh** run out with the knicks Made my atitude so sh** a n***a, wish I would quit Made my dogs ball hard till I tell em to quit [Hook] I live, I die, the kush, I’m high The streets, the pain, the money, the fame These n***as hating on me thinking they ahead of me p**y n***as scared of me acting like a nun I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun Talking that bullsh**, bout you puttin work Check a n***a resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.