Lyrics:
nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I
I wasn't proud of the way that it's set up
Live by the code and we laid to the letter
Tryna take over your stereo that is my latest endeavour
I got
we live past 2-4 we're due for a stay in the penile
so see now, we polish our Berettas
but there's no boats or caine fields nowhere in the ghetto
Yo...
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
movin' like a drive by
We could stack dough sky high
Listen one to five
Eighty nine tech nine it's all live
(2x)
[Ill Bill]
Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Cam'ron:
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
(Aye dios, aye dios mio)
Callete Callete Callete Ca-Callete
(Repeat)
Verse 2
J.R. Writer:
I know Dominicans with boats
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
to you, back-back
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real, these niggas sci-fi
But that's neither
I done read a book or two
Played hookie too
Teeth was crooked too
When I smiled they’d uww
And I’d kindly say fuck you
You been hit by a truck true
pay up
Tell 'em you got five seconds,
You got five seconds, gimme my shit!
(Laughs)
5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Show that bitch how I roll
2 door suicidal
So fuck the peace sign, and up the P9
I got the d-line, don't fuck with me mane
Show that bitch how I
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens
This ain't a P thing, this a we thing, KR the crew
In this together forever, this shit is family
I don't have no qualms saying what it is vs. what it can
wit the kids
Tell em pull up where I live
Tell em invest where you live
No better feelin then to give
S5... at the crib
Bmdubs really... at the crib
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
I'ma Ryde or Die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga, get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get
with broken glass (Said R.I.P. that bitch)
But I remember I was dead
How am I s'posed to (Ah)
(Live, live)
When inside I feel so
(Dead, dead)
Piece back
(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)
(Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
none of this slow
I'm in downtown
With some blow
Going in on dosidos
Roaming coast 2 coast
I get paid by the post
I ain't got time to post
I'm in
on
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my
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