Lyrics:
You say you are a real one
But you are not a g
You are not rated
You are not supreme
We pushing p
We pushing p
Man you are hater, you can't join team
P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want to hear right here
[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want
that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I started from the bottom, man, I really did
And everything they
(money man)
[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided
P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll
(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
falling
I came in clutch no stalling
Hit that with a kickback I'm balling
P.S your G still knows that I ball man
Traps the short way -
Raps my forté
With
b a r c o a l a d e r i v a
H u m o n e g r o s o b r e t o d a s l a s v e l a s e n c e n d i d a s
C u m p l e a ñ o s ,
hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever
Showing her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
And if I
Cool J shit
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever
Showing her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G.
missed a court date, you stayed on the lawyer
And I know P. Mims gonna miss you he was really for you
Use to tell me to my face when I would bull of shit
so
Real G's work hard for the cake so
"G" stands for "girl" like "gangster"
"P" is for "Player, say pretty please."
Bow down when you standin' in
M
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
M
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
M
I say M-O
M-O-P
M-O-P-P
Mop
M-O-P-P
Mop Mop Mop Mop
R
I say R-A
R-A-G
R-A-G-G
Rag
R-A-G-G M-O-P-P
Rag Mop
[Noreaga]:
Thugged out Millitainment
"Def Jam Vendetta"
We comin' at ya'll
Straigh to the STREETS...
Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit
- the M.O.P. shit
[Noreaga]:
Thugged out Millitainment
"Def Jam Vendetta"
We comin' at ya'll
Straigh to the STREETS...
Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit
- the M.O.P. shit
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool
We be big pimpin', spendin' G's
We be big pimpin', on be L A D's
We be big pimpin' down in P
P-p-peddle to the metal
Go
Y'all got me gassed up
Fakin' love, so fuck y'all feelings
Know y'all gettin' passed up
Ooh, y'all got me gassed up
Blowin' smoke,
G, he checked his freak ain't say nothing to a P.
I call up “Real” like one of dem, lace me up, it's free.
Was trappin' out the sto'
Now I'm rollin'
Bin Rapstar so wie Polo G
Sip-Sip-Sip den Dom. P, Broken Hearts in der Sweet
Hören Hazey im Jeep - Hotbox mit Cali Weed
Mit ihr, bin nicht allein
Sie
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
still the best
That's my homie (is the place, is the place)
That's my homie, D-P-G-C only (is the place to be)
Dogg Pound only (is the place, is
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