Lyrics:
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing
Lately I been on a new wave
Every night I live like tomorrow is doomsday
Every night I’m doing things that I shouldn't do
I been tryna change
be deep or live
Never judge a book by it's cover, word to mother
You could be missing a key message to life from a brother
A sister, a father, a mother
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
Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin on your
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
fucking wanna
So I know where Puna got its features
Live next to Kaimu but raised in Hawaiian beaches
Killah, kalapana, p-town, Nanawale to HPP
Ainaloa
fucking wanna
So I know where Puna got its features
Live next to Kaimu but raised in Hawaiian beaches
Killah, kalapana, p-town, Nanawale to HPP
Ainaloa
fucking wanna
So I know where Puna got its features
Live next to Kaimu but raised in Hawaiian beaches
Killah, kalapana, p-town, Nanawale to HPP
Ainaloa
I'mma kiss it and sing to it R&B
Put the pussy in a box so its R.I.P.
You're all I need
Stay by my side so you're all I see
I'mma kiss it and sing to it
someone trying to scheme
That's why I stay low like your bitch self esteem
I want to live by the code
Made by G's pass down when I'm old
On how to move
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
Fill the magic chords and make it seem like today
You never knew that you could be
Enchanted by a melody
The years will never drive it out
You
Voodoo moved your soul, Cruisin' was made for L-U-V-ing
Badu food for thought, eat out of Apple-treeing
The sky forever golden, R.I.P B.B. King
Prince
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah
Aruba, Aruba (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aruba Aruba, Aruba
C.P Be Coming
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Aruba, Aruba (ONGOD)
Aruba, Aruba, Aruba
C.P
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
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