Lyrics:
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
. E. C. T
Respect your destiny
If you don't know what is right or wrong
If you feel confused and your thoughts are gone
R. E. S. P. E. C. T
Respect
no regrets, feel your body sweat blood
Peel off your old skin, time to get love
You arrive at the cemetery in time for the ceremony
I give you
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
my people (get love, in love)
My people, people, p-people (love, love, one love)
My people, my people (show love, live love)
My people, people,
blood on the dope)
See that crib right there, yeah right there
Two workers, one pitbull, cocaine and a hundred thousand in there
We too breezy in
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in
active on g o d
Blood brothers
Disrespect r.i.p
Act up get clapped up
Niggah point plant
He grab you by the throat
I’m hit ya wit the shank
Scream
What you want from me?
Such a tragedy
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood
I'm right here, nigga
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in
your b*tch Big Meat
She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week uhhhhh
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix,
a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for
blood stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are common murderers and thieves,
But still we bow
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
your neck
and hold you by your leather jacket
I will hold you
I will pay for you
I will love you
If it makes you feel better !
Sometimes I feel
the Bush's and Bin Laden's are friends
Never drop a bomb again
All right
We can break the chains
If we party like our blood's the same
Party till we
You looking at a real P baby
Money, blood and love, that’s all I need
Cause it’s cold outside
Never know who gon ride
But the gang move in 3s
Same
I'm glad I gave you a hug
I'm glad a gave you a hug
We ain't even family that's my motherfucking blood
No funerals I mean enough is enough
All love
came over
Vigilant and sober
Reelin' in soldiers
P, he told-ya ain't no limit but I show-ya how
I dance with a cross up on my shoulders
Not by might
Not
On the grind everyday
Give me mines now nigga I could die any day
I put my blood and my sweat
In every hustle I get
Near niggas satisfy the perfect
(New Crack
how much for a key
See my bank from ghetto blood, when my homies show me love
When hotboys run the streets, it was tanks and hugs
Niggas ain't gotta
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
Discuss these right to love by blood on the dancefloor p 2278937 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In