Lyrics:
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb
Been 'round the world twice seen all fifty states,
Ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates ,
There ain't nuthin wrong with them big
is that nigga prolly
To start rally, bring niggaz together to start a war
Cos is us against the world fuck yall, no love for u
Wen u fucked up u by
beef up in Nola, nigga, and ain't even know it (huh?)
I hear you rappin' that gangsta shit (what?)
But now you gotta show me (boom, boom, boom, boom)
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
back in the day
Been round the world twice seen all fifty states
Ate on thousand dollar china, but love some paper plates
There ain't nuthin' wrong
the last of a dying breed
Playa 4 Life
Rappin' 4-Tay and Master P
Money ain't the root of all evil
Dawg it's really greed
I Do Need You - BBD
So is you
I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face
What's up now, ?
Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch
From the shit that get spit to take a lock
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
They dancin in the booth, attaching to the use
Of hypermasculinity and rappin for the shoes
When the draft is in review coming back to have the youth
that shit
Or poppin' them P's or shooting up IV
The modern-day slave trade, they blew up the World Trade
Like out with the old in with the new world
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
what's up my nigga
Tay Baby got some fuckin' hyper if you smokin' nigga
Inspect the Gangsta once I change, I thought you knew
Go tuck your nuts cause
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
could be tainted by the game and it's allure
Stay on course
I'm rushing in all fours
Breaking the line of scrimmage, applying all force
Breaking yo
they neck to support niggaz
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any special force mission
Man listen
Ain't
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
snorin' your flow borin'
Sort of like channel five at four in the mornin'
(Rock) Adult (made under on the par) give up hope
Grab the devil by the throat
to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our
Understand me that I'm still a G
Who ain't never spent a day in the penitentiary
Now I'm rappin' with Snoop D-O double-G
And got the whole fuckin' world
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