Watch Me lyrics

by

Master P


[Mystikal talking]
n*gga you think you know me
Think you know me n*gga
n*gga you don't know me
n*gga you don't know
You don't know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for

Chorus
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right
b*tch I do something same rap game
Murder I just might bring it on cause it's gon' be some sh*t tonight x1

[Kane & Abel]
I heard you n*ggas wanna start some sh*t
44 caliber hollow tips in the Glock 30 clip
Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist
Ninety eight six hundred Benz copped from working the night shift
Trying to make a million fo' 22 what I'm trying to do
Little eager too to do what the f*ck I gotta do
Flip optimal like an ass crack
n*gga puff puff pas that n*gga pass the weed I pass back
Click clack we come strapped
It's fo' sho' n*gga lay low tonight
Cause maybe you could just might hit the flow tonight
I did it I said it y'all n*ggas is hoes
Paramedics trying to save you cutting open your clothes
n*gga you don't wanna go head to head with me
I got some n*ggas that will paint yo head red with me
Toe to toe with me go to war with me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1

[Soulja Slim]
Now I know you don't want none of them boys from uptown
Come downtown to yo area until Vietnam
A hard head make a soft ass I thought a n*gga told you
Slim speaking on behalf of that wild magnolia
My people gave me the low while I was doing time upstate
Told me a n*gga from downtown caught a little uptown fame
That he ain't seen no real n*gga yet
But I bet he don't want no drama
Laying with my people and don't give a f*ck that somebody shot his shhh
I only f*ck bomb killers dope dealers and real n*ggas
Ill n*ggas and trill n*ggas get it how they live n*ggas
And they thought they roam uptown for the doo doo brown
Better get face down on the ground when a n*gga tie yo legs down
See that's the heart of New Orleans
Ask another n*gga from another city about his 3rd
I bet they tell you that the water quick reserve
Leaving and stanking on the curve that's what they heard
They got a hell of a nerve to mail mack in the Calliope
All the way to the 10th left turn 13th
The third time you in the city of how to grow

Chorus x2
[Mystikal]
b*tch I'll do you something
You thinkin if I cut you in yo motherf*cking head it ain't gon' do sh*t
b*tch this ain't no bluffing
Thinkin all these n*ggas and these weapons ain't bout no busting
Time to get wit cha we coming to get cha
If I hit you where yo di*k at it's gon' come out where you sh*t at
My murder weapon knows best
If you ain't got no vest it's gon' get protest
We making noise all day
I'm trying to tell em' but these b*tches got to learn the hard way
Pistol play warned from the hallway
AK spray now yo ass all taint
b*tch I'll do you something

[Silkk The Shocker]
And I gotta do em' something too
They f*cked up and f*cked around with the wrong ass crew
Now I'm gon' come up from short in a house full of loaded tanks
Cup of canned soda for a picnic cup of canned soda for dank
See we no limit n*ggas so drama we bout that there
You doubt that there
That's why when I'm hanging out it's gon' be out right there
That's where n*ggas think our slugs at
Trying to hang where I slang my drugs at
f*ck it all the n*ggas that make mill stay real
And how y'all f*cking love that
See I'm a gangsta and plus a n*gga cold wit it
Ain't scared of no n*gga
You left some pots and some boards and them drama boys said go get em'
Step out the project post talking bout wooh n*gga
I got a little of few dollars I'm trying to get a little bit mo' n*gga
If it's gold fo' sho' n*gga
Cook I stay high like a rocket can't stop it until I get away from yo
Pocket like a gold digger
Ain't nothing but a five o four n*gga
When they enter putting bodies in bags and tagging cold n*ggas
Better get yo mind right cause b*tch this some real life
Man tell these n*ggas
[Mystikal]
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right

Chorus x2
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