Lyrics:
got step-up for dinner? Pass the plate
My hangover is the wrath of grapes
Aww man, sometimes I feel guilty
I beat the shit outta tracks and stay filthy
said he was a G
Said he got the O's and he fuck with the G's
Said he knew the Section, said he from the Heath
Didn't know P and he didn't know D
Said
Coupe DeVille park by your house
Drinking on a Guinness stout
Looking like I got a siamese brother
Way gun poking out
Heard you cop some Bathing Ape
together
Now we really all be searching
For the things that we be needing
P People they just keep bleeding
On the streets and we just see em
Pretending
to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a homey named ?Money' now he's R.I.P
Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's
I don't
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
got
Nessed by a groupie hoe
Even when I'm chillin' Trident reckon
That I do the most
Cah I've always got G's around
Me like a Gucci coat
When I'm in
my last day
People wanna whine, throwing fits, man they're crazy
People getting triggered, offended by the shit I say
I would never lay down and cave
to a O, then an O to a P
P's turn to G's when you double the fee
If you pricing it right it's gon be gone in a week
This weed's for the strong no it's not
the track like I'm a Greyhound
I hit the snooze
But I'm alive and I'm awake now
(I'm Alive)
I'm alive
You man are all fake
I realised
When I looked you
V woulda did it
Man I swear Mr. Greens, I went by that shit once
If I can't do it times three, 30k is what I dropped
On that lil bitch AC, man this
the gas on E but I'm not that tall
I can't see why they're 'tryna clock mans lean
All I'm 'tryna do is ball get that stack n bag that P
All I'm 'tryna do
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
an 8th in years
So where the weed, man
You can smell The Bay from here
That's the quality, man
28g's and a slice of cheese, baby
Press screen, when you hit
talking)
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Man stop this shit man who playing this shit man?
Putting some of that dirty dirty on nigga!
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
reminisce
And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew
Flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-IG
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
I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man, won't only see me man"
You should've known when I ain't hit it
watch what they doin'
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
See what I'm sayin' though
You gotta watch these
Old Cornroll head ass bitches man
Fools PH'in', rollin'
breakdance Beach?
Breakdance beach!
Work all morn tryna make ends meet
By the A&P selling H and E
On a very slow day made his way to the sea
Fuck Playland
a lot of shit
Old head but I'm coachin' shooters like I'm Popovich
Only P I keep is players with me and my G's in Philly
They sold Bobby and they sold
it O-G in this hood (In this hood)
We smokin' O-G out the woods (Out the woods)
Youngin', I ain't grow up good (Grow up good)
Taught to get it out
with a nigga for all time
I get a bitch for life she all mine
Why they want to play with me
You looking like a hate G
Money and the pounds man you know
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