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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Pockets Gone Stay Fat
Lyrics for Album: Ghetto Postage [2000]

[Magic - talking]

I dare one of you say something bout me

Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on}

Don't be mad

These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on}

Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me

[Hook 2x: Magic]

Believe the nigga

These pockets gone stay fat nigga

See me and P we go way back, you best stay back

To you hatas muthafuck this is payback

[Verse One: Magic]

These niggas is hatin we like what ever

We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda

Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never

Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta

We got an essential because us niggas so clever

and make a mill break me off is how we stay together

I'm doing my own thing but me and P we forevea

Favor for favor we got this shit on lock

Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back

I go to church straped with a 45 glock

Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces

Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me

Hook 2X: Magic

[Verse Two: Master P]

Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together

Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and

I don't know why you hate me?

Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately

Only real niggas stand on my block

and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock

Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with

Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with

These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right

but if you fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right

Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently

but ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n

Hook 2X: Magic

[Verse Three: Magic]

Hatin get you no where

You niggas better hush

Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass touched

I don't want bust I wanna bet you down to mush

Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much

See Magic from the nine where they don't mind dying

Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin

So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado

5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas

You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready

Your music is dull plus I'm sharp as a machete

Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get

The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me

Hook 2X: Magic

[Master P - talking]

Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper

When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune

Then ya'll speak on

Nigga know that we from the gutta

We made it to the butta

and that's why they mad at us

Tryin to keep us off MTV

Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye

but we street niggas

and we know how to hustle

We gonna always get ours nigga

Believe that

Album Lyrics: Ghetto Postage [2000]

Master P
"Ghetto Postage [2000]"

1. Intro
2. Doo Rags
3. Golds In They Mouth
4. Poppin' Them Collars
5. I Don't Give Ah What
6. Twerk That Thang
7. Life I Live
8. Pockets Gone Stay Fat
9. My Babooski
10. Still Ballin'
11. Soulja Boo
12. Hush
13. Roll How We Roll
14. Would You
15. It Don't Get No Better
16. Always Come Back To You