Lyrics:
or will the cold streets shake me
will them niggas break me before the lord take me out
this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come
trapped
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
as a lunatic
jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick
jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run
shot with the gat, in
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
got yo nigga in my car
His friend in my bed
Bitch, I'll take yo nigga, give him back, take him again
Get some dick and cash out
cnd do the same to his
took some of my, family members, an my homies out the hood
see we ghetto millionaires, far away when we meet
i think they watched us P cuz about when we
Aye
They don't talk like me
Ayy, nigga, fuck a M-V-P, I'm the M-V-ME
I live my life like Calboy, why they envy me
Stay with the presidents on me
Yeah
TwoGlockWop
Shoutout the gang man
Uh
WopWok
She be playing with her nose
So she lost alotta weight
600$ P's
It's gon' smoke but it's some shake
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Words and music by John Kay
Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Up early in the morning
'bout the break of day
Still huggin' that empty pillow where
like a piece of peat got pissed on by a cat
I could be P.C but where's the fucking fun in that
It's like I'm trying to escape a maze that's made
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3rd
higher (push)
My momma said "Girl, u know it ain't cool, (get on ...)
said ya don't wanna play by nobody's rules"
I said "Momma chill out, (push)
and give
up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent
Chorus
P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we
told me not to shoot him, I still did
Know that that nigga not killing
He only rap on Spinrilla
Break down the zips by the building
I’m off the drugs I
Baby keep me on my P's
Let's break down a hundred P's
Gucci gas go thirty-three
But gotta get thirty P
I don't even need a reason to
Hit you with
the people who took it out of me
Independent greatness embedded, I'm on my Master P
I'm tryna stack it higher for niggas' who coming after me
I got a couple
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
your bitch and then im rollin out
I just hit the spliff and now im zoning
Purple bars, that shit got me zoning out
Look how time goes by
Just a year ago
the come to go to my ride
You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose
Now she a thorn in my side, grow up
P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me out, it
named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P
Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T
Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3
Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K-F-C
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
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