Lyrics:
it's holdin
When we two-step, done like a big-ass hoe
Money on me, can't hold up my show
But I'm on that shit, so you know where your soul at
Nigga, I
hours this shit never stop
Complaining you broke but don't put in no work
Fuck out my face I can't talk to a bum
Get rich or die tryin' I feel like 2
[Chorus (2x):]
I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why I ride with a lot of killers with me
[Master P:]
The Last Don be my name I feel I'm
Macking plenty women got hoes by the 4s
Join a nigga team bitch you fucking with a force
Damn she held it down even when I fell off
Broke then a bitch then
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here then
Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
[KILO]
I was born to be a PIMP!
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
Never caught on my
Point me to the money, that is where I wanna be
Wanna shower in some gold like I won the lottery
Don’t wanna be broke and live my life in poverty
Ima
a damn
I deck em in the head with a two by four
Now I’m taking all your bread because you’re not hardcore
Just laying on the floor with a hole in your head
Your Bud Smoking
Neighborhood Resident
Clocking In Them Dividends
Give A Fuck If Their Live
Me I Perfer Mines
All Down The Line
Dead Presidents
Yall
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
the tool
Choppa kick like mule
Thought u was that dude
But u food
Now the gang on you
Now u tryna move
But the crew
Throwing shot u 2s
Now u on the news
So
bitches by my window
Know they not sisters, they pretend though
Now I play that ass just like Nintendo
Know she wanna fuck, not as a friend, oh
I got two
Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum
'cause I want all my real peoples to live long
[lidu rock]
These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off
dead or dead broke
You goin' end up in the
Trunk with your head poke
Tie yo' ass up with your
Son to them bed posts beat you in the head
Then be out like
ain`t safe season
Say it`s strength in numbers
We rolled the whole precint
Rev the whip up,
We live `98 stick-ups
Loadin` clips up
That flimsy ass
us scandalous)
And if them runnin' off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
(Meet a motherfucking' po-po, gotta hit 'em with
Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two
fucked up, the whole damn crew!
Chur, Chur, Chur, Churrr! x2
(Yeaah hah, you know who it is, The O’C, The O’C)
I wish i could live like this forever,
25 days like Christ come up
25 chains that’s 25 lives
25 ooh that’s a 25 yah
25 you with a 25 mwah
25 grooves in 25 nights
25 nights that’s with a crew
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
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