Lyrics:
They screwed up the laundry
My wallet was stolen
I saw the musician
We're being evicted
I'm having a breakdown
We'll all get together
the passion, it ain't all about the cash
Im the one to cook up heat, and you the one to fill up trash
I'm the one, I ain't the two
I'm the one, bitch I ain't you
makin' this music no wonder the mixtape it sound like an album
(Ahh)
I was down and I came up wit a vengeance
The life that I live do not come wit
Girl you know i hate it when I switch
Be wanting to pick the phone up really
Get a call from my niggas - i let it go to the mail
I don't do
commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next
nigga? (come on)
Let me show you what it look like on this side (come on, nigga)
You should come fuck with your boy
Get your ass in the back, nigga
You
your mommy dear took out the competition
Girls go get them
Boys let rumba
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Those poor runner ups might still hold some grudges
They padded
Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West
When it come to gun play
There's no contest
I
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
runnin' in my seas!
Bitch, I'm way too/two fish, Pieces
It's about to get to lit, but you can't win this match
'Cause The Writer is hotter than hell!
I get
yeah we bout get high to
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yes Lawd they feel the presence when I'm floating by
Amazing haze get blazed in these purple
Train
And ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain
Now what ya gonna do with the board with no talent
Using step 1 and step 2 to keep the show
shake that thing
I like your style and the way you move
You make a thug wanna get wit you
[Silkk] When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly
[Master P] It's
you see man it's all love
Ain't bussing no strap let alone rough
Go to raves get patroned up
But when the girls load up
Roll up to the dance
Go
say, "How did you get so numb lately?"
'Cause soon as he wake up, he takin' four percs
You the reason I been feelin' I wanna live longer
You
got to get her clean
Put the money in MY hands
I took 50 bands turned it to a hundred grand I'm a live it up
Taking risks I'll take the chance
Put it in
of beat
Feel it in your chest
Words to live by
Take it to the heart
Get with me
Everybody want to be free
Everybody on the dance floor
Dance with me
Come
get up out ya seat
nigga ya weak
I'd rather spit at a freak
and get up under the sheets
instead of... configuring speech
for niggas to leech on
my crew
lettin' your baby trip on ya
Better raise up, LiFee got a blaze touch
Only by the hands of God, and dirt is how im made up
Only time parts of me soft, Im
Rock
Step up in the club
And watch the beat stop
Hey, shorty
Can you do that dance in my drop? Park that
And make that booty clap like flip
everything you stood for,
Now I'm sitting by your side.
At this point I declare my,
Field of expertise,
I whisper to the hostess,
To get me all
And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that)
Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes
'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody
head and hit tha' shades with ya thick ass,
Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance,
Bend it over come and get this dust,
Gota a playa
really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin` muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,
Breakin they punk ass leavin
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