Pockets Gone Stay Fat Lyrics by Master P

Pockets Gone Stay Fat Lyrics

    [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

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