Lyrics:
but times done change
I done change my life, but still trapped in the game
A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey
Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
I'm the rowdiest muthafucker up in this bitch
And I'll love to get witcha
Fuck you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
[Master P]
This goes to all y'all BITCH ASS niggaz
that got the motherfuckin game twisted
Get it how you live, hehehehe
[Mystikal]
bulletproof (brr)
This shit bigger than you (it big)
This shit bigger than you
V.I.P. my squad (yeah), drop off all the gang (yeah)
V.I.P. the lane
be floatin' in the breeze...
[Fiend:]
Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
to this
nigga,
go figga,
all she wanted was that man to change,
but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains.
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
macs glocks and uzi's we fuck back shots I smack her booty
I been on my P's and Q's since I was little I knew I could fuck that bitch I made her giggle
how it goes
Still can't believe I made out the O
R.I.P the bros (R.I.P the bros)
Can't believe I made out the O (out the O)
And that's just how it goes
personal concealment
Got out the struggle but we still struggling, Like we can’t get away
Thought that was hard wait till you hear bout this other shit,
out anytime
Rain, Snow, or Sleet
Got a bitch with a blonde bob kill you in your sleep
Holes in yo ass like you Spongebob
Bouta bark around this bitch
tuck your pride
Or that shit get took
New bitch look like Nikki
Call me perk Nowitzki
Pity the fool like I'm Mr.T
Keep the tool like I'm bob the b
I'm
said earlier
Free me till y'all see me
Got my nigga Will, Slim
And Big P in the motherfuckin' stu, man
I already know we got the gang in this bitch
Got
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine and I'd do it again
Half a million dollars on me, I feel it in my chromosomes
I don't talk to that
a lot of money
These niggas know I'm sipping
Seals in the Sunday
Honestly we still sipping seals, double seals
Sipping Actavis, that mud on me, now bitch
herb than those old day's
With a whole J to the face
Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams
Jesus Christ
It's a miracle he still living
And you could say a whole life time of prayer
But you never in this lifetime player be
The mayor of the murder
That was crazy these niggas so amazing
We hop up in the car yea it's push to start yea
It's decked with diamonds R.I.P garth
Man this shit is from
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
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