Lyrics:
and they ghost ride
Go hide when they roll by
It's either this side or no side
We on this side
Either this side or no side
We on this side
It's either this
Woke up this mornin' foreigns in my bed (woke up)
Thumbin' through hunnids, it's crampin' my hands (thumb through it)
Your bitch be goin', I know
homie we dem savages
Do you know what a real savage is, boy?
I get my strength from the spirits
My Uncle Bob's in the building
He told me wake up
the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
that's definitely a dumb
by my dawg if he wrong I'm still with it
We knocking shit off if you play boy we spinning
P.R.M be the mob or the gang no specific
Sent that bitch
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
Owe me
Mock me all fuck
Wrong in the white
Made in the O P
Don't know me
No fittin like Tommy
Tone on my feet
Eye on the body
Bob with nobody
Not on my
R-U-N, T-E-L-L
I'm comin', straight dumbin' with my gun in hand
There's no options, I'm P-O-P-P-I-N
You're dyin', doc's still tryin' to save you
If you
(Yea)[02:11.06]Got this bitch wet I ain't even playin it feel like this bitch done stepped out the tub[02:14.31]She ain't enough boy I done been through some shit it's
And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is
this comedians crack something that is not a joke ?
Right hereeee
we don’t fight fairrrrr
Even in your dreams I’m the goat
I give you night
weed since '94
In New York, the projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullshit, get you niggas a void
This
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up,
to call the motherfuckin' firetruck
to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah)
Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this fire,
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
this ending, back in the day
Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggas would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still
the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash,
try to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap, bitch, two in your body
Grab your folk,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
featuring Big Ed Lil' Ric
Verse 1 (Master P)
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had
try to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap, bitch, two in your body
Grab your folk,
Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P
fucking with my side bitch so much my main bitch can't stand it
Hunned racks in three months, man this shit is outstanding
Seen a dollar go to stupid
hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You feel me?
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