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Master P - Say Brah lyrics
Master P talking: Say Brah, I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Chorus: Mac (Master P) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Verse 1: (Mac) Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you fuck with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Niggas like 50 Dollars and Fiend, niggas like Magic Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my niggas and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and shit, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier shit on my frame you holla Chorus Mac (Master P): Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Verse 2: Master P Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them hoes about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no motherfucking stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest motherfucker you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million motherfuckers on your street? Chrous : Mac (Master P) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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