Act a Fool Lyrics by Master P

Act a Fool Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah nigga I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
    Check this out nigga
    I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
    I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
    Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english
    I'm from the hood
    And you know what?
    If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you huurd me?)

    [Chorus x 16]

    Don't make me act a fool (what!)

    [Verse 1]
    Still posted on the block
    Still slangin that coke
    Still runnin from the cops
    Still lettin those bitches know
    Still fuckin with your made
    Beause blowin that ganja
    Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
    Rolling with those head bustas
    My niggaz spliting wigs
    A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did
    Straight from the hood
    And I represent the street
    Send money to the pen
    Still fucking with C (okay!)
    R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
    When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
    What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
    Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

    [Chorus x 16]

    [Verse 3]
    Thug girls, I put my name on them
    Me and Jon's like the Lakers
    Going for three rings in the game on them
    We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
    And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
    I'm underated like Sam Cassell
    But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
    Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
    Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
    Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
    Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
    I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
    I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

    [Chorus x 16]

    [Verse 4]
    I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
    And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
    A nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma
    So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
    We ain't going to the Grammys
    Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies
    Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
    I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
    I'm still rowdy
    Nigga I'm still bouty
    Still got them bouncing in the clubs
    And the hoes still talk about me
    Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
    Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

    [Chorus x 16]


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