Da Last Don lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro]
Ughhhhh.......
Good Day America, this is Mr. No Limit
So you want to get rid of gangsta rap
But what if gangsta rap gets rid of you
How'd you like them apples
You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good American music
But they don't want that, they want that bout it bout it sh*t
You always point the finger at the bad guy
But what if the bad guy points the finger at you?
f*ck the politcians the media and the government
The f*cking world was built on corruption
If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music, you couldn't pay for a meal
I'm tired of you f*cking hustlers following me around, tapping my phone and over taxing my money
You know what a hustler is
It's a pig that don't fly straight
But it's OK (it's OK)
When you finish listening to this tape
It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me
So f*ck you c*ck-a-roaches
Sincerely yours the last don, Master P The Last Don


[Master P]
I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps
No Limit n*ggas we strapped thug n*ggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart
I went to jail for sh*t I didn't do
n*ggas banged at my motherf*ckin' crew
We retaliated, now we killers (Ughhhhhh!)
n*ggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers
Ain't that a b*tch, a n*gga tryna make it
Changed for society but these fools tryna take me
They want you dead or locked up, smokin' or rocked up
Walkin' the blocked up, down or c*cked up
In the bayou, haters six feet deep
It could be you or me your girl or your homey
'Cause life has no time, but keep your eyes on your enemies
That's one to grow on from the Last Don
[Bridge]
He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don
He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don

[Outro]
2Pac, Biggie Smalls, my little brother Kevin Miller
They all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don
Real n*ggas and b*tches out there feel my pain
Feel my pain, its real out here
Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life
You can't do what you wanna do
A coward dies a million deaths, but a solider only dies once
So all y'all n*ggas out there in the hood tryna feed your families
Get what you gotta get, and get out n*gga, get your sh*t together
And if you hustlin', hustle for a cause n*gga
Don't believe in nobody but your motherf*ckin' self
'Cause money's the root of all evil
We done lost a lot of soldiers behind them dollars
That's one to grow on n*gga, from the last Dizon, you heard me
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