Bout That Drama Lyrics - Master P

[Featuring Silkk The Shocker] 

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 

[Silkk] 

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 

[Master P chorus] 

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 

[Silkk] 

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. 

*Master P chorus and talking* 

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