Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bout That Drama , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Bout That Drama |
| Silkk-Wassup fool? |
| Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g’s |
| Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back |
| Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch |
| Master P-Bout that drama |
| Master P-No Limit |
| Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch |
| Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit |
| I run with TRU |
| I gives a fuck about who you run with |
| Bitch, we run this shit |
| Nigga it be No Limit for life |
| Across my stomach |
| Runnin' is a bitch 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 bitch |
| I got a slug for a trick |
| It’s '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich |
| Gotta break 'em off the plastic |
| Have them face down closed casket |
| You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic |
| Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees |
| I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can’t catch me |
| Nigga wassup? |
| (Murder) |
| Fool |
| Gettin' high up off that indo |
| Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low |
| Cock with a Glock |
| Pop once to them low |
| Nigga fade me |
| Think I’m crazy? |
| Nigga, I do this shit daily |
| I’m bout that drama |
| I’m bout that drama, I’m bout that drama |
| No Limit niggas ready to kill |
| We bout that drama |
| We bout that drama bitch |
| No Limit niggas are bout that drama |
| That drama |
| Drama |
| We bout that drama |
| Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas |
| Bitch I been about that drama |
| Nigga, this shit ain’t gon' fuckin' stop |
| My bullets ain’t got no name |
| And plus my trigga ain’t gots no heart |
| Freeze |
| You niggas better duck |
| I’m quick as fuck |
| Nigga I’m rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass |
| I gives a fuck bitch |
| Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this |
| Nigga don’t need to run though |
| Cuz I’m knockin' everything up off the front porch |
| With this gat 1−1-0 |
| Nigga watch straight street sweeper |
| Watchin' the block |
| And the Glock cock |
| Nigga, boz with that shot your dome |
| It be known I’m from the southside |
| Bitch 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 bitch 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 |