Come & Get Something Lyrics - Master P

Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all 

Fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of y'all niggas huh, what 

[master p] 

Haaaaaaa this weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts 

I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters 

You think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch 

My daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch 

Hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers 

Pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas 

My momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby 

'cause this ghetto got a young nigga crazy 

P don't take no shit from no suckas 

But ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers 

If you want something come and get something (2x) 

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[c-murder] 

I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house 

I'm not p but I dumpin niggas like stackhouse 

They call me c-murder I'm a member of that tru click 

You run up wrong boy you might get your wig split 

I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics 

Them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit 

My game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups 

I come up short i'ma bust yo fuckin lip up 

'cause money and murder is the code that I live by 

Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by 

Deep in the game preparing for the worst {what about dem po po's} 

I wanna put em in a hearse 

They took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk 

Fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some 

If you want something come and get somethin (2x) 

[prime suspects] 

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Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred 

But you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served 

How you figure that we was stackin g's on the low 

How you figure that you can come kick in my door 

Fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas 

From that weight and that caliope arms swoll soldier 

Never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga 

We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin 

No talkin in this jack move be cool 

While c pet you crime is the way in these days 

Niggas get left in a daze from ak's barrel pointed your way 

Prime checks prime suspects prime nine 

I'm a no limit soldier I'm out to get mine 

If you want something come and get something (3x fade)