Master P - Scared Of Me lyrics
rate meWe in the club, popping bottles after bottles
Making champagne rain, fuckin models after models
Bitch niggas see us and they don’t even holler
I could press a button leave you haters in a flaw
Nigga got me for a brick, gave em 28
Nigga gave me bullshit,
What you think I’ma do when I see him?
Fuck you and his crew, if I see him
Real niggas go code, molly fit in that pea bow
Never miss a shot, derek rose and the free throw
Catch a man I’m gone, 2 bottles of that tron
Fuck these niggas hatin on me because my money long
I see pussy in his eyes, I know these niggas scared
Yeah I fucked his bitch, that was the best I ever had
You taunting tissue niggas, I’m bout to wipe my ass
Keep my name out your mouth, before you end up in a bag
[Hook]
I live, I die, the kush, I’m high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared
Purple and gold charg em, call it james worthy
Shawty take it to the head while I’m at the derby
No fear, I live on the edge of life
No illuminati talk, cause I love christ
My price, 26 a fuckin brick
Your baby mama mad cause a nigga can’t quit
Fuck the brats, everybody fuckin tellin
I keep a choppa, a firearm with a felon
I’d rather die busting, then to go without it
Run upon me dog I’ll show you that we bout it, bout it
Al capone pushin work through the whole city
Come short nigga, you could meet frank ...
[Hook]
I live, I die, the kush, I’m high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared
When tory enter the room, they holler
Whoel ray I spit more fire than 2 jays for 2 days
These rappers niggas scared of me, sweet bouquets
I’m on my shot town nigga, lou...
In the hood, getting dollas, in the club poppin bottles
If she bad I might holler, if she not I don’t even bother
Lambo doors with the invisible roof
You can call that bitch rabid cause he missing a tooth
Niggas scared, drug dealers niggas roam with my click
And my swagger sold me out, I got shit run out with the knicks
Made my atitude so shit a nigga, wish I would quit
Made my dogs ball hard till I tell em to quit
[Hook]
I live, I die, the kush, I’m high
The streets, the pain, the money, the fame
These niggas hating on me thinking they ahead of me
Pussy niggas scared of me acting like a nun
I was bout myself, I ain’t even have my gun
Talking that bullshit, bout you puttin work
Check a nigga resume, ain’t never do no dirt, he scared.
