Commercial Lyrics - Master P

[master p] 

Yo los, take us to a commercial 

While we stop to get high 

Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? 

Check this out. 

If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two 

And he gave a half to his boy 

And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half 

And he ask you for one mo' 

What should you do if you was in that position? 

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[young guns] 

Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide 

It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die 

We don't just rap - everything we say is for real 

Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill 

Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide 

It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die 

We don't just rap - everything we say is for real 

Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill 

Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around 

This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns 

Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds 

? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches 

They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on 

And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned 

This is a street?, I promise to die violent 

Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent 

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Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back 

They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that 

You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? 

It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets 

Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb 

Here come? down the block nigga don't try to run 

I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice 

Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice 

These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest 

F**k the rest! 

I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest 

A y.g., so I breathe toke three,? 

Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these 

Pistol packin niggaz in our town 

You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth 

My niggaz seek you out no doubt 

All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me 

I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed 

[young guns] 

Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide 

It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die 

We don't just rap - everything we say is for real 

Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill 

Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide 

It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die 

We don't just rap - everything we say is for real 

Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill 

Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide 

It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die 

We don't just rap - everything we say is for real 

Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.