Lyrics:
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
through a whole 10 it ain't even 7:30.
Still yearning eyes burning, serving in the early morning.
I remember P's of purple for 42 like James worthy.
I
take you there and there and there
And there and then your gonna say source must be out to lunch
Because source didn't come and get me
Well it isn't that
the alphabet
It's gon be hot
Nah nah you gotta show me that I don't know
Bro I got you
A B C
D E F G
H I J K L M N O P
Q R S
To that T U V
To the W X to the Y
tried to hit a lick and slipped that's wtf the nigga dead for
You aint never seen 100 p's in the trap house nigga
You aint never ever beat the pack out
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
keep gettin crossed by niggas I step wit
Nobody gettin closer I'm learnin my lesson
My manns out Cumberland
Locked in the pen
I'm try send him bread
cocked*
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
*Twilight Zone in
I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight
Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight
I got a show I gotta do out in
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
There once was a song
Called "Arrest The President"
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids
It was a top ten
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus
me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standing there
Then DJ
[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
I won't let 'em get me I stay
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
hurt by what she said.
To wo bo, bruh you lookin on edge
Wo ho yɛ ma'hi, You looking like da feds.
(You heard what i said)
Cause we run ‘em out
love everybody and out live em
Weird, we can win this shit together, but you competition
Robichaud my shit, hit 50k and that was 2020
I always kept a gun
like a Mack-10, suckaz i'm blastin'
reload the clip, you still try to get but i find you
but i don't let my power overmind you
Chorus:
mutha made 'em
[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie?
What's up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When
And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time
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