Lyrics:
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
some bands
Traffic a hundred P's
In a van
I need a hundred G's
In advance
Dick so good I swear it'll leave you in a trance
All this smoke it keep
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
187 on an undercover p-I-g
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up
featuring J Treds
[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Walk in with leaves on me, they hear by the rustle (krrrrr)
I never retreat, on G, I pick up the muscle (pick up the muh)
You niggas are seats on seats,
that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens (ooh)
Me and my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
and CDs
B-Gs and originals (uh-huh), here come the mission
Making biters ride the pine for the rest of the season
Doggy D-P-G and lil' homie, uh
I
-A on this album?"
I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas
that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens (ooh)
Me and my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Hey yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G
We got to wake everybody up yo
Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby
Let everybody know how it's goin' down,
the kill
Ya see recruited by the greatest for
Harmony and poetry labeled as a G
For those who don't know of me
Correction after cause
Matin' girls after
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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