Lyrics:
Who's batting this average, or
Compare his passes to his passes
There's a thousand sports channels
You can get this package, or this package
Who's
P-p-p-p-pump it!
The men in the masks gather round the patient
Waiting in anticipation
The old surgeon says "can you see this?"
A beautiful woman with
music in my plan
I taught myself to play piano, I
Put that music in my hands
Then I lost her to diabetes man
I do this for my gran it's better yet
I never
And said fuck it I'mma steal this land
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
You ain't black, you a mothafuckin' white boy
Shut ya mouth, do
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
and Maverick
Libra gang, so you know that I'm leveraged
I keep that black book and the black heat and seldom seen
Like I own a hundred thousand Krispy Kreme's
Hook:
Ain’t no looking back. Yeah, you know the path I’m on
It awaits, see my destiny awaits
Let me tell you, it’s okay. ‘Cause one day, yeah, I know
carry that cross and follow Him
Be the last to quit, did you fall? Then start again
You're caught up in this messy world, driven by the flesh
I wrestle
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my
on a state paved road
But that blacktop runs through my payload
Excuse me for tryin' to do my job
But this year ain't been no bumper crop
If you don't like
the generation before us
Come and do our thing on this microphone
When else in the history of this country
Can a black man get on the microphone
And say whatever
thing cross-legged
Basically yea. You know that song over at the
You guys at the ah, Pink Cadillac by Bruce Springsteen
Could dance to. What do you think
I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl
iller
Man I'm a lady killer, if I want her I'mma steal her
I promise I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now then you
the means to do
So you ruin things
You Hurt things
You birth things
That make worse things
The proverbial carrot hangs in your mind
As you chase this money
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
with you, watch this in a world
I wanna be with you 'Cause you need someone
Someone like me
(Lets do it, killing that shit) , girl
To stand with by your
circle, somebody used to break out and risk,
You know losing everything and being poor and getting you down
But someone has to do something, had I had
man, with a new plan
Remove the chains, make him a new man
Revolution, treat him like a human
New slaves pimped by their own hue man
This illusion world
Better get it while the gettin' is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours,
pussy ain't sellin she lyin
(Man that bitch is connin you)
And it she say baby let's go get this paper
don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all
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