Lyrics:
[master p](talking)
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real
live and die by the golden rule
We pray for rain and a crop that's full
To pay the bills, if it's His will
No, It was never easy
Hey, you gave me
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
Salvation - My Way
HOOK:
They calling me Babayeiga ( John Wick )
Tell your B to call me later
I'm getting it , ma way
You telling me , to shut it
time to wonder why
We'd like to take life over again
When time of war had passed away into the rain
And watch a John Wayne movie
To remind us
kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
[Master P]
Til death do us
brake)
Posted in the woods ( woods,woods)
Chillin by a lake ( by a lake)
I don’t Associate ( associate)
Myself with ones that’s fake (with the fake)
This
The Wait, apologetic
Bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
[Verse 1]
Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My Nina sing
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
All
Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Lord Have Mercy, Father Help us All
Father Help Us All, Father Help us All
(H.A.P.H. verse 2)
Ain’t no
to rain heavy
And the storm is gonna hit hard so we gotta stay ready
Brotherman we gotta stay ready
We doing it for Floyd, John, Trayvon, and Gray Freddie
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Had a shootout
By the party
Gas was mid
He sold us bunk
Leanin, tryna kill Da bitch
So Geeked i Fukked 'round Dropped my cup
Bitch tear, Dea Go 12
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Amen
After the storm
Then comes the rain
These are the words of the prophet @Bslade
I could
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P
up, that's how I grew up
I put in that work, that's how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain't nothin' like us
We don't talk to cops, that's how
Take it back to the days when we raised us up
'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain
Puttin' wood
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