Fool Ya

Aye

You better not let him fool ya

Talk to him

Buddy on the beat

Young boy bitch

I'm a big shotter

Suckers want beef turn his ass into a big whopper

Rollie on the wrist rocker

Bitch I'm master P not silk the shocker

Rule 1 get money!

Rule two, stick to rule one and keep a tool tucked. Think it's a Game we'll try it then

Hey, you better not let them fool you

Yeah, I say you better not let them fool you

Fool you, fool you

Yeah, bitch, you see I'm ballin'

Call me Kobe

I got the sauce ravioli

I ain't shakin' no hands

You don't know me

Yeah, little ****, you don't know me

**** say they want war, cool

Yeah, that's what I'm used to

Uh-huh

Big 40 been a long time **** Since I had that douche douche, yeah

Since I had that

These **** talking tough, tell them speak up Think it's a game, we'll try it then, yeah

And it's gonna be hella black roses, uh, and violins, yeah

They tell the pastor preach his heart out Then bring the choir in, uh-huh, what you say

Your tombstone say he tried fresh once

And ain't no try again

I ain't gotta say too much about the strap

Just know I blow your brains out

I say my bro's soul packs down south

I took the same route

See I wish I could just kiss my granny one more time

Don tell me you know what this pain bout And most these **** is can Cantuna You better not let them fool you Fool you Fool you

Really got a benz

I don't even drive

What these **** smoking on, they ain't even high

If I see my enemies, you know I'm leaving mine

Ain't no thinking, leave them sinking, huh?

Hey, mine been fucked up ever since they tried to take me, man

That's my motherfucking brother

Hey, call Keisha, give him the treatment, ****

Rock a vibe, baby

Night-night ain't no sleeping, ****

Cause if a **** think we slipping, slipping

Okay, keep on thinking

And you get slumped like a slinky

I'm starting to feel like I'm the hardest **** repping

You not really from my city

Please stop flexing

They starting to feel like motherfuckers

Trying to piss on my progression

They didn't believe I was the professor

Till I started teaching them lessons

Even if I trusted these ****

I would fuck with these ****

Cause these **** try to kill you off some bitches

Just no cum for me, ****, I'd kill you

And all them bitches

See, you was just riding with them to the store

I was taught to leave no witness

I ain't gotta say too much about the straps

Just know I blow your brains out

I say my bro's soul packs down south

I took the same route

See I wish I could just kiss my granny one more time

Tell me you know what this pain about

And most these **** is can't tune it

You better not let them fool you, fool you, fool you

Young boy, bitch, I'm a big shotter

Suckers want beef, turn his ass into a big whopper

Rollie on the wrist, rocker

Bitch, I'm Master P, not silk the shocker

Thank you