Lyrics It Don't Get No Better - Master P
(Master
P)
Whoah!
Oh
No!
Don′t
be
scared!
It
aint
over
til
its
over
nigga.
A
good
soldier
prepare
for
war
in
a
time
of
piece
ya
heard
me?
Where
my
niggas
at?
OVER
HERE
WHODI!
Where
my
bitches
at?
OVER
HERE
WHODI!
I
want
ya'll
to
raise
them
motherfuckin
soldia
rags
high
ya
heard
me?!
What?!
(Chorus)
X
2
Nigga
it
don′t
get
no
better,
me
and
my
souljas
gonna
stick
together
Rich
or
poor,
poor
or
rich,
No
Limit
is
da
army
and
we
wont
quit
(Master
P)
I
see
a
lot
of
thugs
souljas
lose
they
boots
in
tha
mud
He
was
only
19,
now
he
doin
time
for
drugs
Now
aint
that
a
bitch,
lil'
shorty
used
to
rhyme
But
now
he
sittin
in
a
cell
droppin
quarters,
nickels
& dimes
Once
your
dawg
gone,
then
tha
cat
gonna
play
I
seen
lil
momma
in
tha
club
shakin
that
ass
everyday
Now
she
telling
me
she
need
some
milk
for
the
kids
Now
if
that
wasn't
my
dawg,
u
know
a
player′d
be
hittin
it
See
some
of
these
hoes
are
bitches
too
And
I
would
front
on
my
dogs
for
no
bitches
or
no
loot
(Chorus)
X
2
(Black
Felon)
What?
What?
What?
What?
My
definition
of
riches
is
much
different
Make
it
hard
to
swallow
But
I′m
vicious,
and
who
gonna
stand
in
front
of
this
200
lb
Rottweiler?
My
mission,
no
competition,
kill'em
all
like
roaches
Wit
more
niggas
on
my
team,
and
we
all
some
soldiers
I′m
re-adjustin
you
nigga's
focus,
ya′ll
see
tha
game
crooked
No
nigga
that
I
know
could
take
tha
game
where
I
took
it
Black
Felon
still
yellin
habitual
offender
Ya'll
niggaz
better
keep
a
distance
from
the
rath
of
this
blender
I
was
born
without
a
heart,
so
I
live
off
game
If
I
get
tempted
then
I
can
flip
it,
nigga
I
breath
pain
(Chorus)
X
3
1 Intro
2 Problems
3 Bout Dat
4 Don Is Back
5 Doo Rags
6 Golds In They Mouth
7 Poppin' Them Collars
8 Souljas
9 Pockets Gone Stay Fat
10 My Babooski
11 Still Ballin'
12 Soulja Boo
13 Hush
14 Roll How We Roll
15 It Don't Get No Better
16 Always Come Back To You
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