Lyrics:
don't play no games
Kicked his face, broke his nose, took that to his brain
P**** n**** you done got yo blood all on my kicks
Tell me now before I
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
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
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
it's easy to go back to
Fake nigga you in it for the ho's and dough
Cut yo lights off nigga see yo soul glow
I'm light skin so it's like I'm using soul
to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did it, come widdit
Get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it
You
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Yoo war report 2 ahhh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ayo iman what up)
Check it check it
cheap
Heaters and clean sneakers
Wais P
You should have gave me the whole song
(Why?) 'Cause I'm doper than the shit
Demi Lovato overdosed on
Put a ho
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
With the Cash Money clique, No Limits and no frills
Mad 'cause your ho feeling P. Sunzini
Riding round town in a UFO, that's the baddest bitch ugh, pretty ho
Riding round town in a UFO, that's a basic bitch not the finest ho
Uh-huh, yea,
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
pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunchin'
And she like when I talk country (who you is?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, ho
Have yo' cash
jeans
Only real up in my blood
Neva been soft
Ain't no ho in my genes
Three grams full of that gas
Got me so high that I'm seeing things
police asking
Learned to play the djembe off of Alice at Malonga's place
EBCPA by the Nev from Summer breaks, nigga
And to Sucka Free niggas (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
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
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
Pirus.
L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena.
Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family.
The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone,
Circle
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
Discuss these yo ho 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