Bout That drama
Master P Song Lyrics

Silkk-Wassup fool?Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's.Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' backMaster P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitchMaster P-Bout that dramaMaster P-No Limit(Silkk)Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitchTalkin' that muthafuckin' shitI run with TRUI gives a fuck about who you run withBitch, we run this shitNigga it be No Limit for lifeAcross my stomachRunnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug moneyGot it for fifteen g's or moreI ain't stretchen out upon the floorI want that cash in that bagThen Im'a dashI want that cash, and that dopeIt ain't no luv in this bitchI got a slug for a trickIt's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and richGotta break 'em off the plasticHave them face down closed casketYou niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automaticStuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degreesI want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch meNigga wassup? (Murder)FoolGettin' high up off that indoNiggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend lowCock with a glockPop once to them lowNigga fade meThink I'm crazy?Nigga, I do this shit dailyI'm bout that drama(Master P chorus)I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that dramaNo Limit niggas ready to killWe bout that dramaWe bout that drama bitchNo Limit niggas are bout that dramaThat dramadramaWe bout that dramaGivin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas(Silkk)Bitch I been about that dramaNigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stopMy bullets ain't got no nameand plus my trigga ain't gots no heartFreezeYou niggas better duckI'm quick as fuckNigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlassI gives a fuck bitchNigga I falls for that bitch and ducks thisnigga don't need to run thoughCuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porchWith this gat 1-1-0Nigga watch straight street sweeperWatchin' the blockand the glock cockNigga, boz with that shot your domeIt be known I'm from the southsideBitch you thought wrong,I stick and move with this pistol gripI see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phoneCall 9-1-1But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7Stretched out on the stretcherCan't catch me bitch I'm to smoothBullets to the dome, and I'm on and coolHow you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidenceI representI bet you I get dead presidentsBefore I die I'm bust more flyFor '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.*Master P chorus and talking*