gonna take you higher Minor keys and drugs Don't make a rollerskate jam Take your pick Turntable or a band? If it ain't Chuck D Or Jam Master Jay Know
Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight And here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master
Raided the neighborhood, king pen last Tuesday If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you say? Given the opportunity to tell it to the masters
darkening sky Atop the main mast I rode Near 10 stories high When up there blew an icy squall and over board went I Oh forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys
are locked inside the box Will the lady let them out Oh, the heroine, ooh, ooh, the heroine Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine Strapped to the mast
t nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! Verse One: WC Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't naytin
sky out Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master plan Yeah, got
four piercing on each side of her libia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master
enemies You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the masters
! No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish Big **** just like a bus full of japanese tourists Or it's styles that flow like hudson river debris Ship quarter keys
get it on kid Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin' forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no
[Master P (Souya)] Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it) Then let's ride
in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership
Rough like stucco I rock Pumas, fat laces, ??? and B-Boy belt buckles. Suckas, chuckle, fuckle them wack MCs I flow like the breeze ??? The keys to
a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind Chapters
spit on your boss You can die 'coz this shit might happen to me But I'ma still happen to be, packin' the 3 Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the keys
Cross side get wild with us Get it crunk all the way live with us From the South to the Eastside with us (Verse Two: Lil' Romeo) Call me the master I
