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red love)
Push... p.. p.. p.. push

I'm not lookin' for your love
'Cause I've given up
There's no lead but I follow (follow)
Feelin' ready to jump
forever forgotten
P-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead
And if we hit your probly pissed we take a piece of your head
P-p-p-pow my
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be 
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
Stuck him and killed him and then ran away

Now there's red spray paint slashed on the wall
R.I.P. baby, we love you from all
Just that one moment,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
[Chorus - Master P]

[Wish Bone]

Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas want to let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
slowly emptying
I'm bothered by this crimson red
To the color of blood

To the color of a be, color of a L
To the color of a O, color of O
than syrup slow down your face
Spurs matte from the life force sprung loose from wells
Welled deep by the enforcers of mock justice of the red, white
"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
[NLS]-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"
[MP]-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
[NLS]-"This ain't no mutha fuckin'
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
stang (if you know what I mean)

Ohh what a sourpuss...
Nothin' but a sourpuss

Sour (p-you-s-s) sour (p-you-s-s)...

I step to the rear guess what did I
on the d-low
Knowing's have the battle, so now you know
To be on point, 'cause anybody can be a casualty
Some brothers lost there life, fuckin' with O-P-P
Um
a fucking drive-by 

Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac 

Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack 

Master P in the passenger seat getting
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
things to move, I blink like bewitched
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by
m.p.h.
To his office which is 12 miles away
And he stops for a coffee on the way for 15 minutes
And also puts air in one of his tyres
Which has a slow
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!

[red]	yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
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
Please put one red wild rose on my grave...

[written by P.Maslanka]
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
right ta be a G, Westside Connection 

Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P 

But ain't no more God for us nigga 

But we can live for that green
I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
P**** a** n****, I don't want your gonorrhea
P**** a** n****, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it
Ha ha, yeah, P!
What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here
Listen, P!
It go beast mode, I live by the street code
I beat foes the fuck up when