Lyrics:
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em
[Chorus - Master P]
[Layzie Bone]
Little
the first if ya get stuck
Broke like a barn then plucked like a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya dead
Ya soul and all ya pieces ya see em' goin' like
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
a fuck
Even if I use to fuck her
Still don’t give a fuck
I still don’t trust em
Saw what happened to my cousin
She slipped a micky in his goose
Oops when
no other kids tell 'em who I be
A B C D E F G h I J K L M O
P P P P P P P the one and only
HNIC who holding NYC huh?
Listen, RIP season begins
Dead
Word up, my man Rhasaan in the house
We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
Just give it to 'em Ak uhh
I been in and out all areas
And all
seen about.
P-I-M-P-I-N-G is all I be's about.
I break a ho in, break 'em till they broke, and then I ease 'em out.
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'
Growin' up in P.A., I knew
in case one of u bucked I was gon let u have it
The world don't give a fuck what the type of shit that we be facing
Done turned our women into enemies
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
dans l'empire du dollar
Ils financent leur opération en droppant la dope au large
Leur budget pour le drug war sert au biz à démarrer
Entre eux ils sont
from outta town, anything just for the P
1300 for the dope, nigga boutta make a killin'
Punn he get 'em for the low, swear it feel like I be stealin'
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
some of these bitches try to act unfair (why?)
Maybe its because my hair is longer than theirs
But I don't give a fuck, no I don't care
Because I'm
jaw
Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call
Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's
Young, but I been through some pain
I can't complain, Need for speed
How I'm changing my lane, To save the game
I'm a flame, That cannot be
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
(the fast life) who we are
The click (that's the way that we live) p.i.m.p
So what cha wanna do give up the coochie
Catch me bailin down the block
P back me up now hold me down
while I go around this town snatchin crowns
from those supposed wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get
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