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Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
guy's got the hell of a nerve. 
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please. 
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees.
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get p**** and a** from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I
Of Pennsylvania Avenue 

George Washington was the first, you see 
He once chopped down a cherry tree 

D:President number two would be 
John Adams and then
the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas 

Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar 

without the automatic chemical release 

emergency vomit
people want it all
Some people ain't livin' life right
But fast money make God call

I'm prayin' to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny motherfucker with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
for hours, slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco
This
slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco
This the theodore, drunk
made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
or skin they search us
Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous
Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose
7 were made, when they
[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
let's do dat there

[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
for your country."

"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"

"Godspeed, John Glenn."

"Happy birthday, Mr.
shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
made my Jaguar
S.O.M., where money's is deep dish, we eat fish
P-Sun, banksta one, where is my guns
Measure my temple, treasure my mental, ya'll