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Master P - Da Last Don lyrics
Ughhhhh....... Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit So you want to get rid of gansta rap but what if gansta rap gets rid of you how'd you like them apples you want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music but they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit you always point the finger at the bad guy but what if the bad guy points the finger at you fuck the politcians the media and the government the fucking world was built on corruption if it wasn't for people like me and my reality music you couldn't pay for a meal I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around tapping my phone and over taxing my money you know what a hustler is its a pig that don't fly straight but its ok (its ok) when you finish listening to this tape it'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me so fuck you cockaroaches sincerly the last don Master P The Last Don [Master P] I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps I live the life of a rider lost at heart I played the pieces to the puzzles but they tore me apart I went to jail for shit I didn't do niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew we retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh) niggas slang ghetto dope cain but we drug dealers ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it can't bust society but these fools tryin' take me they want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up walkin' or blocked up down or cocked up In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me your girl or your homey cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies that's one that's grown from the Last Don he took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X) 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller they all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain feel my pain its real out here ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life you can't do what you wanna do a coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies one so all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together and if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self cause money's the root of all evil we done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars this one is grown from the last Dizon you heard me |
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