Lyrics:
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
punks jump up to get beat down
Jump shot, coroners catch them on the rebound
Pans, pots, plates, bowls
I'm in your kitchen eating your stove
I'm hungry
by bright desires
I'm going crazy i'm psycho
I'm Michael Myers
Perfect imperfection singing like a holy choir
Let me lift your spirit I paint holy
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
gotta look behind you cant turn your back
Bullets aint got no name
They might want to kill me but they end up killing you
You and you and not killing me
into blessings, what up
Don't let your stressing block your blessings
Just keep learning from your lesson
There's progressing in rejection
Live up
Smile
to abide by
He lacked on his thinking and being aware and get caught up and slumped in a drive by
Be thankful for living we understand sinning still pray
smoke your (HEY!)
[Ali]
No music, no weed, what should we ride for? (HO!)
We roll with them Twista like we Chicago (HEY!)
Shout out to OPEC rolls up
faith or are you livin' by your fear though?
Oh you gotta be faithful, homie, ain't gotta be amazing
Put a ring on dat girl like Muhammad Ali did to Laila
to the B Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters from the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
the choir stand
You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
to help people get through their days
Instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going.
Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know,
Try to find your
something, water into wine
I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five (look)
Drive-bys where I reside often
Beautiful black lives sit inside
on my(dark side)
Aaaaaa(echoed)
Look look look
Welcome to my(dark side)(at all before you get hit up)
Don’t be scared or shy I’m from the chi no lie(dark
hoes get no mentions
I got no emotion
You got no attention
Leave hoes here second-guessing
I'm just here counting blessings
You wish you had my
of Louisiana
c driver run the red light and run bikers down
On their Harley Davidson to the Bayou Saloon
The biker's groom
Get up oh oh
Get up now
Get up oh oh
it up, now look this way
There's a million other girls who do it just like you
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who
They want and what they
call that ambidextrous.
Bitch i'm on the road on a daily and i make sure i'm always counting my blessings. Man i'm about to... I'm about to blow on your
good he’ll get rid of your problems
Wait wait wait
They fixing they problems by taking your dollars
And dunking your head in a pool full of water they
So either get you weight up or step like ellipticals, niggas
I fight fires with these gasoline hands
Fuck your feelings, tell your mans I need mines in
back to life
Psychedelic we sell it and niggas jealous fellows
Go get your hate up get your weight up I'm tellin' you straight up
You need to turn
Blessing me over and over I'm filled with abundance
No resting for me so I'm up and I'm running
My people support me I love you all for it
I give back a lot
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