Lyrics:
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour, like we
in the R-IB
But I'll kill the beat like RIP
There's no need for the NHS
Taking the P, WTF?
These lost people need a GPS
I'll stay true, No BS this
done put two of America's
Most wanted in the same
Motherfucking place at the same
Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
Motherfucking time,
Y'all niggas
missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage
See I'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pet named p she
the cops call swat
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the national guard
Ready or not like the fugees
Crews be steppin'
cause I kill shit blowing
I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
A K 47 street
Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler
the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
acting like they extra live an,
No soon as them things pop, they gone be testifying.
Miss me with the street tales, I aint buying
Know you sweet, I can
Ha
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity
Put holes in niggas, real pretty
Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
wit nothin but this uncut,
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage
See I'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pet named p she
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
V.I.P
Ain't nobody party like we
So what you know?
What you know about I.P.P?
Keep everything fresh from A-Z
Got my key to the city and we always V.I.P
up for doin it (all night)
[P. Diddy]
I like this
[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bet, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
say I'm just p-noid
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heartbeat's pumpin' like something ain't right
Oh, what's goin' on?
When I go
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
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