Lyrics:
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out
(money man)
[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided
weed
'cause they don't want no smoke
God can strike me down right now
If I ain't off a four
I just toss it in the air and
Watch 'em scoop it off
Westsiiiiddee! Haha
Top Dogg, bite em all nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P T, L-B-C yeah we hooking back up
And when they bang this
never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game:
Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost
And keep one in
flake.
Two point two pounds, to be straight.
My niggas just flew in from G-A,
Ready to buy 4 kilos,
Then drive slow back to Youngstown, Ohio.
So fuck
fit in the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G4's
Changin' the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is ajoined with french doors
them what a different scene
Picture me never out on the street
With three of my G's spending millions of P's
Believe me bro I will be up there
With
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
That G)
More sex and money make the world go round
Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now
Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff
and stab him up and they burnt my nigga meat
Longlive booby g he was jus a g ya
They ran up in house took his life for the free
Then a pussy nigga killed my
3T
Ygen
Yah
V.O.C.P.T
Whoopti whoop nigga whaaat
V.O.C.P.T
The voice of the Cape listen up
V.O.C.P.T
From the home of the g’s and the thugs
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
for life,
I see necks breaking when I arrive,
I text her back only after five,
If she can’t wait then I’ll hit decline,
My G’s stay silent if your
all the cards
Scramblin' when it was hard
Til I turn one to two and two into for
Turn that "f" to a "T" & turn "four" to a "tour"
Turn my life
Soldiers
still ain't finish fuckin busting
(Master P)
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. Serv-On got life insurance
and i'm
rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
money
But I ain't gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the see to the you to the L-T-why
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-see-E make niggas feel
.
Represent tha U.P.T.
Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that
.
Represent tha U.P.T.
Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that
with P
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back
Verse 2
Released from
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
huh? (we do this like everyday)
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.P
again
Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Uhh, uhh, it`s G&B
Sincere Money Harm
Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P.
Brooklyn, uhh, L.I., yeah
Discuss these 4 life by g money p 277689 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In