Lyrics:
Oseh shalom bimromav Hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu V'al kol Yisrael V'imru: amen.
Yall say shalom
Yall say shalom, I'll play Capone actually I'm Meir
over
You see, I prayed to God, now the job's over
Good talks with the fans, and now a nigga mind open
Now Mr. Cheeks, I'm a fan
Tryin' to hit your
me Mr Liberty
I'm great like the statue
Call me Jimmy Jatt i'll probably scratch you
NA? Yea! ME? Me? Me?
Call it Me me cuz you call it cheap noodles
a soldier
If I leave this earth don't go in depression
I'll make room for you when its your time in heaven
Hope you get this message
Wish I can show you my
You know I ain't lying, half of 'em can't rhyme
Black Entertainment... why ya'll won't play mine?
We gave two videos to be -E-T
For both, we paid 200
i’ll tell you about
E in a minute but they want to get my number
You know, to squash the whole shit
And because of E
I gave them my number i gave them
My
friend, give you the world
Mrs Haddad, My queen, my girl
I said...
L - is for loving you
E - each and every day
A - always by your side, no trouble come
over there in Iraq)
Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha
(E'rybody right here, what you need to do)
(Is be thankful for the life you got,
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
Ain't ever asked for shit so ain't nobody I'm owing
The day a nigga cross me the same day I'll be blowing like a knee cap
He strapped, up like warfare
you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(no limit runnin' this!)it's 'bout to be it
187 khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster
a never endin game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride
Chorus (2x)
R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. see
And my
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up
'fore we spark; check it out
I walk through this field with criminals
Ill, die-hard soldiers try to make it towards the generals
Hard-headed, rugged
love me when you hear me
I'll kiss you double dare me
I'll kiss you
So baby
Just allow me to kiss your hand
Be your man
You know I understand yea yea
gonna be your Mr. Turner, Anna Mae!
Your Price paid by the way
The Saviors coming back soon are u ready
Try lunge into the game walking sorta blind
They
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
credited
Hate it or love it they're sensitive
I'll never be sensitive
Your opinion's irrelevant
It does me no benefit or add to percentages
I'll never be
would be me!
[Verse 2]
Yo', Yo'
You want to be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
No
Or just go about your business
At M.R. you can't lose
M-A-P-L-E
R-I-D-G-E
M.R. Academy
Woah, woah, put me down
Hey, are you okay
Yeah, just trying to find
me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, I'll be there in ten unless the Feds come hit me)
(I move like lightening, that's what I was told)
we can't trust these
like a steeplechase
MC soldiers, about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better
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