Lyric I Ain t Takin No Shorts
[Master P--Talking]
Told y all
Y all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, fuck ya)
[Silkk the Shocker]
I m bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
Nigga, I m on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can t stick me they tries but they dies
They ll fuck around, I ain t lyin, fuck wit me, you out yo mind
I ll slap you wit my right hand and I m still writin wit it
Hands quicker than lightnin but fuck fightin
Bread, ice is why I m slicin cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
[Master P:] (Where dat at?) Bitch that s it New Orleans
Face like an 8th Grader, ain t the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I m here, a deaf person won t fuck wit me if they don t know
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y all gon fade me?
How da fuck y all gon play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
Who try to fuckin play me
Y all think y all could but y all can t
Thats money in the bank, how da fuck y all gon stop a Tank
[Chorus:]
I ain t takin no shorts
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
Bitch I m still the man
[Silkk the Shocker]
I say hustler, fuck these busters
Who da fuck gon stop me? None of y all
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y all
Cuz y all some tricks
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
Y all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I gives a fuck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
Birds, you haven t heard?
I m from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
I might man, hit em all night man
Cuz I m all night long gone off that fuckin night train
No doubts, I m in the house, outs the back when the police hit
No doubt they can t catch me, I m out this bitch
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
I m the man
I m the man
I m the man (Who s the man?)
I m the man!
Told y all
Y all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, fuck ya)
[Silkk the Shocker]
I m bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
Nigga, I m on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can t stick me they tries but they dies
They ll fuck around, I ain t lyin, fuck wit me, you out yo mind
I ll slap you wit my right hand and I m still writin wit it
Hands quicker than lightnin but fuck fightin
Bread, ice is why I m slicin cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
[Master P:] (Where dat at?) Bitch that s it New Orleans
Face like an 8th Grader, ain t the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I m here, a deaf person won t fuck wit me if they don t know
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y all gon fade me?
How da fuck y all gon play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
Who try to fuckin play me
Y all think y all could but y all can t
Thats money in the bank, how da fuck y all gon stop a Tank
[Chorus:]
I ain t takin no shorts
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
Bitch I m still the man
[Silkk the Shocker]
I say hustler, fuck these busters
Who da fuck gon stop me? None of y all
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y all
Cuz y all some tricks
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
Y all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I gives a fuck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
Birds, you haven t heard?
I m from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
I might man, hit em all night man
Cuz I m all night long gone off that fuckin night train
No doubts, I m in the house, outs the back when the police hit
No doubt they can t catch me, I m out this bitch
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
I m the man
I m the man
I m the man (Who s the man?)
I m the man!
