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spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
get down, get down"
"So get down, get down" (4x)

[Profile]
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies
Right 
I thought I told ya 
This is the story of a soldia 
Stand up x 3 
Stand up x3 
US stand up 
UK stand up 
France stand up 
Spain
to dem muthafuckin cluckers

If you want something come and get something (2x)

[C-Murder]

I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue

(Chorus x4)

You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack

Verse 2

3 o'clock
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
somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3)

Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch
4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it

(Verse Three)
I cop this buick with the seats
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
dance, 187 dance, 187 dance, 

fool this will be your last dance, last call for alcohol, I mean blood's spill 

on the wall 



(Master P
blood in my veins, but they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping
to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?

[Chorus 2X]

[Do or Die]
Don't get
dance, 187 dance, 187 dance, 

fool this will be your last dance, last call for alcohol, I mean blood's spill 

on the wall 



(Master P
feat. dumb-dumb, Happy P, Low-G, Diamond, Grimm, Baby Beesh, Lil Bing
[Intro: dumb-dumb and Happy P]
(Lighting a joint)
(Coughs)
[Dum-Dum)
Go
science.."
"What are we talking about here?"

... "Do your math" -> Erykah Badu [Repeat: x2] ...
... "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -> James Brown...
...
sprays the mist, to stack up your carcasses
What bitch nigga you get blast apart
Reppin O-P-M, till the casket drop

Chorus x3
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"

Verse 1 - Styles P

Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me) 
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug 
And all I want to do is smoke
Intro: P.R. Terrorist

Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not
Yeah, ah, oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it

(Verse Three)
I cop this buick with the seats
by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monstrous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch

Come on come on [Repeat x3
chorus ]

[ verse 3: dmg ]
I be a muthafuckin thug till the day I die
Called in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin high
My blood-shot eyes coincide
head at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let's mark that ass nigga)

Chorus 3x
are we talking about here?"

"Do your math" [Repeat: x2]
"One.. t-t-two.. three, four"
"What are we talking about here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but