Lyrics:
know some homies that came from the chi
Gimme that mic I'm at least gonna try
I got some scammers that scheme in Dubai
And it don't matter cuz bitch we
got mo' drugs than a dealer moving that work by the key
Smoother than silk on a bed got yo bitch in love with a p
Temperature thirty two Fahrenheit
figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I
and Able, P and down to ride
When the time come
Chorus x2
(Rapping while chorus still going)
Master P:
We gonna ball till we fall
We're real soldiers we'll
You niggas is P.I.'s , fin to get pee'd on by the king of the jungle
Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy
don't play cause she takes no shit
Yo, yo, yo
I shoot backing out, P max them out
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house
the attic with no antics
She wanna eat me like Lecter
Gimme that skull candy
Yo b I got no plan b
Just a side and a mains like Skepta
I'm in a party
Two two
Clap Clap Applaud, Let
me state the facts,
trust the wrong person,
you get a wounded back,
But I got support, I
got so much love,
ones more than two
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
been on my grind kobo mode
Only the start this the intro
I be like ouu baby i like how you move
Know im the one not the two
Im with my crew
We in this
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
Yo… Sinner… 2021 you know the ting already.
Yo,
I just wrapped 2020,
Now I’m ready.
Better than I left,
And my crown feels heavy.
My Crew’s Solid,
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm a tribe called quest, I'm the new g
I'm here going dumber
for breakfast
Fine all my live for breakfast
That serve that trick a lesson
We on two different levels, Flock say he just came from Belgium
My
or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
We
up, they be gone
Master P -
Damn, Kevin Miller
See you when I get there fool
'Til then you gon' live on through us
Huh, we riders baby, you
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