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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Come and Get Some
Lyrics for Album: Ghetto D [1997]

Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all

fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what

[Master P]

Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts

I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters

you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch

my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch

hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers

pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas

my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby

cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy

P don't take no shit from no suckas

but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers

If you want something come and get something (2x)


I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house

I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse

They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click

you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split

I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics

them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit

my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups

I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up

cuz money and murder is the code that I live by

come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by

deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's}

I wanna put em in a hearse

they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk

fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some

If you want something come and get somethin (2x)

[Prime Suspects]

Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred

but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served

how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low

how you figure that you can come kick in my door

fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas

from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier

never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga

We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin

no talkin in this jack move be cool

while C pet you crime is the way in these days

niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way

prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine

I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine

If you want something come and get something (3x fade)

Album Lyrics: Ghetto D [1997]

Master P
"Ghetto D [1997]"

1. Ghetto D
2. Throw Em Up
3. Tryin To Do Something
4. Plan B
5. Weed And Money
6. Captain Kirk
7. Stop Hatin
8. Eyes On Your Enemies
9. Goin' Through Some Thangs
10. Only Time Will Tell
11. After Dollars No Cents
12. Gangsters Need Love
13. Pass Me Da Green
14. Come and Get Some