Lyrics:
to salute all my ops that had just went missing
I been sliding till I'm dizzy serving p's no cap no kizzy
Cover up my scars in diamonds but I'll still go
spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
But go ahead, laugh it up, like I'm misinformed
You'll censor an opinion on YouTube before you censor p-n
Most of what I said is all fact based
And yet
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas want to let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these c***tails and you hear
always fun my vision
Always shines Ghost rings 'till all opps die leaving shells
From my bells at the crimes scenes by killing o-p-p's
I bring
by myself
I will but y'all, that ain't right
It's time to get it on
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
Well I was flying solo down
Pocket full of money (we rollin')
P-p-p-pocket full of money, yeah
Y'all niggas fake as fuck
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up
I live in
on the pavement, you can't say shit
Your mouth is gagged, you surrounded by
A thousand guys totally under your spell
They all totally scared of the power you hold
call
Make tunes outlasting all, classicness like Biggie spit
I like her but she shows me no love gives me the snub
I think she's intimidated by this
<p>2x chorus) Remember when we used to scrape just to get by? And loyalty was even hard to find. Now we're soaring up to bigger heights And all it
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
slap a bum
All their heads, I go blur
Tear it up, break it down
I said, good, grin, grass around
Parrot up, Parrot up, Parrot down, Break it
Pass that
in May
I thought of this song with a Bomb by the Bay
Young nigga turnt that’s just all I can say
Get the fuck out my face
I get to the chips like
can't stop till the fun dies
Treat these niggas like they shoelace, keep em tight tied
C.P Culture (C.P Culture)
We do it for the fans
We love y'all (We
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
have fun
But that's not the way it goes
I'm feelin Like Pac
"ALL Eyez On Me"
Opposite of Biggie
But I'm Ready to d-i-e
Skinny like Nipsey
R-I-P
I'm a do
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
the nation
Just don't forget Drew P
Ooh, don't forget Drew P
Ooh, don't forget Drew P
You know this was a lot of fun
I liked this
Too bad it's all over
Yeah I
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
right here with me
Be right here if you 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P and Destiny could get rowdy, rowdy
See, holler here if ya even hear me
All it
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