Mama's Bad

[master p]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and i keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the p in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas i told ya
That the p would come through like a bullet
Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit like fuck the police
See i can never fuckin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what i talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if i think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up

[master p]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the p would come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now i went big time, i got 'em all ass kissin'
I roll in the benzo, sittin' on lorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna talk, talk about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Well you gotta pay me
Cause to the underground alone i done sold hella tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-looked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, i gotta shoot you up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas up

[master p]
So i refuse to get paid like them other dummies
Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money
You see i gotta fuck 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up
Lookin' for district bitches
But like my homie ski it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So i refuse to get fucked like a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground i rule
Success came fast but i done paid hella dues
Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch
But i can never just stunt
I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game
You run up on p pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause i just might shoot a nigga up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo p, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up

[master p]
Yeah niggas you better break your mother fuckin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause master p is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this underground shit for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year
I got my partner calli g close to me
Silkk, c-murder, fonzo, sonya c, ski, and cmt in the mother fuckin' house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!

Yo it's 1992 and master p is back up in this motherfucker

(yo man lets do this shit right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo
Right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody
Sing along, bitch.)

(stop the music!)

We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga betta then
That's why we dealin'

(c'mon everybody)

We are the world
We are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

(talking muffled by loud beats)

Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' t
I say "your hole there - it's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes
In other words i be movin' fast like a pick...pocket

See- i'm a mother-fuckin' maniac i gotta top it
I talk to the bitch ... before i kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off
And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner

Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause damn they like arrested codes

For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red
I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak
That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat

In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled
See i'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real

Yo man, whacha think about that
(man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)

Oh, aight, check this out

It's 1993 and master p is back in this motherfucker
Ya know what i'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit
But see, i'm back
Ya know what i'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me
There's gonna be a bloody murda

Yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music

[interviewer]
Master p now that you have made it big time
What doy ou have to say to the people
Who didn't think you could make it

[master p]
Same shit i had to say last year
"fuck em!"

Im going big time, i got four girls in the safe
With 50 g's and four ki's i got a sure dope case
But ill smolder the task, fedz was all on my ass
But i got away clean, and kept the nine on the dash
Everyday the games get deeper, the week don't survive
You wanna play you gotta hustle like a ninety five
Now im rolling the car stolen, in the 92 lexus
Driving in california took a trip to texas
Come up, you see it aint about them games bro
Its all about my mil cause i gotta get paid doe
With the dope fiends condiving, suckers wanna try me
Got the wholesale and im strapped when im riding
Peepin' on the turf undercover police
They got me under servailence trying to check my car lease
Constantly waitning for the p crimes to surface
One time on the creep but no time to get nervous
See my concerts are packed, people standing in line
Master p done crossed over, im going big time

[chrous]
Im going big time
Cause a brother like me, i gots to get mine x3


Damn task kicks down my door the got a warrant
50 pull me over but my ??
Evertime they try to get me
Im legit im never slipping, got a female like a trust but
The girl is always tripping
Wondering where im going i gots to what i gotta
I gots to get paid girl ill see your ass tomorrow
Hurry to the crocks bout to pick up my paper
Call the girl up the was blowing up my pager
She wants me to come over and bend over like robbering
I walk into the gate but im tripping off the doberman
My pager is blowing up money calling gotta go
My boys are outta crack i gotta keylow in the record store
Im back rolling and im living like a mack
A 92 benz bought moms a new cadillac
I got a mansion full of brothers and maids
Built in pools security guards with a twelve gage
My pops is rolling large and we hella deep
We used to knock fool's to the concrete
Now we legit and they can't say shit
Chill bought a lexus candy painted and no gold kicks
Marvin's rollin' round in a bm
Gold teeth shining fool you should see him
Daniel got a rag top better gold flakes
Police sweat him boy they gotta get away
C-murder in a 10 it went a jaguar
Hella beat and he's cruising like a movie star
Sonya c and she's got a poise and she's clockin'
Cellular phone and everybody be stopping
Police pull up they wanna know whats happening
But i dont sell dope all the sudden im just rapping
In other words you see me i bust sope rhymes
Cause master p done made it big time, big time

[chorus]

Untouchables in the house you kno what im saying
Tell em how we do em fool, we going big time
Yeah c-murder is definetely and effect
Chilly powdah in the house
Sonya c is in the house
Marvis banks is in the house
Rock d's in the house
My boy king george he in the house
Daniel fry is in the house
And check this out this is definetly dedicated to my brother
You know what im saying, rest in peace kevin miller
That was a nigga that was big time

Verse one:

Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up
Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up
They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man
Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine
Fool started shooting
I rolled down the window
Let out some smoke, car full of that indo
Pointed the tec-9, smoked the passenger
Another nigga to' up but bitch i laugh at ya
Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out
Niggas got away so we ride out
Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know i serve ya
And sucka when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

Chorus:
Its gonna be a bloody murder,
And when i see him i'ma kill him [x2]

Verse two:

Now when i'm on the set i gots to get paid, check it
Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit
This dope fiend, he was trippin, i said "fool get the fuck on,"
He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him
Damn, i didn't want to beat the fool's ass
I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz
They started gunnin, i started runnin, i got away
They thought they had me caught but the p just hid away
And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge
You see i didn't get him, i'll probably get his friends
He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and i'll serve ya
And dope fiend when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

-chorus- [x2]

Verse three:

I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin
Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin
I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off
I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost
He called the bitch on his mobile phone, i said yo its on
She said "p i'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"
I said damn i was a trippin cuz i fuck bitches all the time
So tell that nasty bitch i catch her ass at about nine
Later that night i had to pop her
Knocked on the door said bitch i came to fuck
But see before i hit the pussy, and got a nut
Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up
The bitch ran out the hosue, you know i'm gone hurt her
And bitch when i see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

-chorus- [x2]