Lyrics:
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
had a problem
With my previous l.p's, then kiss my ass!
If you downright spoiled and feel I don't do enough for you,
That's right, kiss my ass !
Pop
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
you runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that
in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty
It's the game of life, you it, so play it right
Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right
[Chorus]
Is you
Keep it 100 P, not playing no games
I just wanna love, want you to stay, stay, with me
You say you get nervous whenever you are around me
I think it's
fire bars leak
This what you not
You drop guap for the twat
She double back and hit me off
Then slide off and cop me a watch
P hand heavy by default.
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
I been D-U-C-K-I-N-G ducking from police
I been P-O-P-P-I-N-G popping my shit all damn week
I ran up 20 in my sleep I fuck these bitches by the 3's
I
of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
(Verse 3: Kaan)
Flashes, sirens,
dudes, none of y'all can stop me
Bow Wow's got game, but he's five foot three
Nice crossover dog, try that jive on me
Might need a little backup to hang
pick up
Owie p3 so a she go sit up
Nti by 5 she go link up
Just the way ego ufor pick up
Todaa woy3 slow ufor live up
Na
You playing yourself
You playing
P gg you know that I miss you
Made me a man yah these boys want no issues
You know that I'm givin it all like a
1 2 3 4 5 star recruit
Putting in
posh
We blow the bag, get the cake on the regular
Left the dealer, we throwin' by three thousand
Send her the pic of my new bitch, she jealous
I here
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
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