Lyrics:
love gettin to this ladies
But not more than these paper stacks
Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b.
Keep paper in my pocket my nigga p.i.m.p
Don't
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
to change your life
(master p)
girl you trippin on me? i'm just trying to have something for us
(mercedes)
no because when it all boiles down
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
Baby girl, I don't know what you thought this was
Most n***** ain't nothing but a city bus
Next fifteen, it's another one coming
Just dropped
Everything that I've written split, overflow due to hidden guilt
R.I.P. Rowdy Piper, everything in my way is gettin kilt
The hood has shaped me, I'm targeted
I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul
Los Ripley made me, but I made it out
Streets taught me everything I know
Dem streets
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
comin'
Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'
Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'
Took a pause, hey y'all whats up
Head hunters
to change your life
(master p)
girl you trippin on me? i'm just trying to have something for us
(mercedes)
no because when it all boiles down
of the album
Is the main part talking about a lot
We talked about everything the story does not end
By the age of 20, it is just beginning
We the fathers
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
they be buggin'
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving
going for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl
sunny
Your girl's on the coke flow her nose always runny
Ridin' Shotgun in the P1 now she says she loves me
Oh, I ain't lookin' for that
Mantra
Sponsored by Heavenbound
My name is Scarub
I got a question for ya
[Chorus]
[PSC]
P to the S to the see
By request to be fresh equals how I rap
you tricking with his cousin
But nevermind, I don't listen they be bugging
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
I got the girl that I need, but you're the girl that I want,
I want the girl that do everything, but I got the girl that don't.
So I can get you,
slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave?
I know you're feeling all hurt inside
But won't you talk to a playa?
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