{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice] What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn'
Перевод: Master P. Дон Is Back.
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I live it Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it Yeah I don't think this guy is well.. I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when
around and catch a Mack to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie,
I've been out mowin lawns I'm the real, the rest is fake, I'm the best, the rest is cake Mixtape God I bless the tape and I put boys in they restin place
buy the town Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a noun Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's Feeling like
An assassination it had to be My hustle game is like Master P's Every verse I spit is of masterpiece Like that painting that's on my mantle piece And my crib is
Featuring Master P [Master P] You're my destiny You wanna be with me So holler if ya hear me (Uhhh) You're my destiny You wanna be with me Holler if
it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas Had to dust off the Hammer, dance - can't touch this C'mon playboys, bring the cars back out Cause ya boy Hov is back
a prozac And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trapped And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack Diggin you hoes back, quick if I blow back
money don't matter Lord knows that status is badder Lord knows about the hood I live in He's taking away but he's giving Now don't give me these cars
people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy
me Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna
that, we do this, we do that Talkin' that shit'll get yo' wig blew back You knew that, we do that, like it's 'sposed to be done Back up off me, you gettin
Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology Wish I had a Dollar For everytime you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you, back
Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered
Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is
