Lyrics:
in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,
[Chorus]
Outro: (Master P)
My ghetto princess... I got you girl
Pick out whatever you want... what
15, 20 karats... money ain't an option baby
The New No
Chorus: Artifacts
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (2X)
"Check it, who want to wreck it? I flows the next shit" (2X)
[Tame One]
Well
silence and obedience and voices unsung
And what sprung from that: one syllable rhymes
Struggles just to link together basic lines
Is it cheating if you
brothas goin be grinding
We know what we wanna be
Man I almost lost it when they took my boy Jaheim
I done cried when I got the call and seen it on TV
Don't
cye
Yea
You know what the fuck it is nigga
These niggas done fucked up now nigga
cye
DRE-B
Get it in motion nigga
Let's get it let's get it
We gotta
clout, and then wantin' applause
You signin' the contract but don't read the clause
Bitch, you a dumbass and yeah
You about to get bodied by kid even
that I’d be killing it now, so yo
If you find it offensive, can’t lie it was aimed at you and I say what I want, beg a man try stop this
Megaman flow,
and the law can't spoil it
So you can call it what the f*** you want
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn off pump
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even
niggas
My new turn of phrase
Hits from the bong yeah let it blaze
By any means necessary is what it takes
No bullshit
Listen what i say
Put the beat
the trapping dawg
Oh what's worse, is it could be your hearse
Six feet up in the dirt
Got your baby brother hurt
Or worse still when you die it gets real
You
really be runnin'
Serving them packs got the thunder and butter
Hit up my phone when you want me come over
Hitting the block in the brand new Rover
Shit
Palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You want to hard
I guess I'll burn it then
[Repeat: x2]
Trick Daddy Dollars
I remember i was whippin a pen
Took it all out coz my heart wasnt there
Murder the beat and i'll never repent
To put out my vocals i did what i can
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
freedom school and sent
us to the school of the free so we could learn to
want what we don't want. when the grass is gray,
or when it's black, when I
to react
I know you’d want me to be strong so I never cried never cracked I just got off that pack
But it ain’t the same still remember our call on 420 I see
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
want to be King Kong
Yeah what you mean lil' nigga we flexing the bags of gas
These nigga ain't really my class
Puff puff gimme a pass
I'm counting my
real we know that you shold know by now
You see it`s started already you should tell by now
Exact the satisfied frends around the track
We`ve already
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
can't be fallin' in love, no
I just get money and chill
She know what it is
You know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin'
Poolside with my jewels flexin'
'll just pile on more problems you gotta battle too
You try to avoid it but how could you when it's shouted at you by the loudest dude?
So I love to pout,
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
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