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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: What's Up With That
Lyrics for Album: Get Away Clean [1991]

((Master P))

Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what

Lets show these motherfuckers


Master P dont take no bullshit

What up with that x4

((Master P))

I anit no joke and the TRU should be told

I write some rhymes and this shit go gold

Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin

straight to the top, endo they layin

Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest

and let you motherfucker know that im the best

back in the days I used to lie for fun

now im gettin and im number 1

hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats

man I never sell out punk that just mean


((Master P))

ahh once again

from the south now im kickin it in cali

I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli

my main intension is to get paid

forget fame I write some shit that fucks with you head

like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe

bates heads out for the pissite

mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight

runnin those kids just holler

but the dope man dont give a fuck, hes all about the dizzolars

but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck

cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a fuck


((Master P))

from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger

a straight, could never be a slanger

I left home because mom started bitchin

now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches

hoes only out for the money

brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies

I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops

young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock

my brother used to play nintendo

now the only game is to sell that endo

our house the set like a vet

im the new kid on the block, you bet

fuckin with P you got a hella of nerve

go back to sesame street, you look like big bird

or put your dukes up punk if you want some

or get your ass chewed like bubble gum


((Master P))


Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days

them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade

control the crowd like a shark in the ocean

subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion

my dj g scratch gives him a hit

but the cops cant catch P cause im legit

the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene

and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream


((Master P))

yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios

Album Lyrics: Get Away Clean [1991]

Master P
"Get Away Clean [1991]"

1. Saxophone
2. Rollin' The Dice
3. Pervin'
4. Getaway Clean
5. Safe Sex
6. Dana You Can Bang Her
7. Richtown
8. Jack Of The Jackers
9. Time 2 Chill
10. What's Up With That
11. Bitches And Money