Lyrics:
One thing I do is stick to the code
He told me to buck 'cause he that bull
But ain't throw no money a uckin' joke
Shawty ussy wetter then a pool
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the beam
(Master P: Fuck it, I'ma get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
crew Is eets
Shoot the peace, Brother i'm waiting For ya Like uber eats
Said I'm a don, You can try stepping you'll lose your Feet
Shoot for p's, I'm out
With two K's like Kanye's wife
That's Ray J height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light
But I ain't
ol' nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
Tell your girls we gonna be
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin on your
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
[master p]
Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin mafiaso
If your fucking with no limit
Fiend, big ed, master p and silkk
You fucking with the best
[Prodigy] It's alright with me if it's all right with you
Big P representing from the Mobb Deep Crew
[Havoc] It's alright with me if it's all right
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
serving two to twenty man I ain't with it
So I keep on moving to the door groove
Shot a ghost in the back to the old school
Back for revenge like a terror
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
what you sayin'?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
that doe
Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy
You?
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You'll
Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
[PMD]
Aiyyo I detonate on impact
So niggaz better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
so them b*****
Better come with two plus
My balls big cause God
Gave me two Spaldin's
For two nuts and she loving
The crew like the weekend
Cause she
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
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