Lyrics:
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
wit nothin but this uncut,
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
the huddle they like, it's on you
Mmm, lucky me, pressure's what I eat
Ain't no roses at my feet, just the blood on the concrete, look
The mission is
Sup?
Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don't stop to the beat
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo' time
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
know what to do with them
Head ain't even fun no more unless there's two of them
To tell the truth, I think beating it is easy
So when I say I poppin
eat you up like a soufflé
Niggas know that i hooray
This is real life this
Ain't no mothafuckin 2k
Nigga I be eatin' you shoulda
Looked at my youtube
[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
amounts you owe to the fam crew
Firm affiliation paper chasing
Chip glossy rich pablo es cubano
Sophisticano yo blazing halos like shadow
Yo nigga im
understand the deal like they got lawyers
So ya do the running man, for real, when I stop for ya
No rapper seeing me
Gamble like P&G
Give me any beat, it's
mobsters don't play
Get down like you live
[eiht]
Hey
Geah (we ain't fakers)
You know tha business
Get down like you live
Geah
You know tha business,
him Born II Die, blaow
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot
Justin Timberlake
I brought sexy back
But I don't wanna get caught in the trap
It's no biggie, I got two packs
And I put it on and like Santa Claus
I won't
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
and your state
I give you people what you like
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic?
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky,
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
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