Lyrics:
Gifts for some guy that she dating, still shot
Second anniversary and I'm congratulating that
But man she had an ass so fat
You couldn't palm it with
TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF OFRA HAZA [8:08]
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run
Yeah, whats up?
R-I-P, shout-out to my dead partners
My nigga went crazy he's trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back
Knows that I can giddy go
When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
It's me the hustler 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for
toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. Logo
I
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
Johnny knoxville how i stunt
Got your rent in these
bitches ain't shit but I do it again
If I'm out in Vegas bitch Maaly shot ya'
I feel like Tupac I pull out a Benz
If I say that I love you don't take it for
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
them p's go head
Wanna trap out the v's go head
Move that shit like some keys go head
Go head go head
Baby go shake that ass for some more bread
I ain't
Tomtalo sOB Hijo
I said i'm by her side
She said she by my side
I said i'm gonna ride
She said she gonna ride
I said you can be my bonnie
She said i
posted by the corner store
Mr. Kodac, store M.V.P
Buying rellos, seven-teen, no I.D
So gone pump ya gas, then cop a CD
And shawty if your fine, you can get
Question my loyalty I never lied
Day 1 homies staying right by my side
Rip Goofy a real n***a died
Me and my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
Make
ain't left a witness
Opps getting wrapped but I know it's not Christmas
Love all the p's yes that's my illness
Blowing this tool while she blowing me
to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats
I've been shot by love
I've been shot by love
I've been shot by love
And I'm bleeding out
And I'm bleeding out
You can call that bleeding love
I need
Me and you
We're like one and two
We go together
Like P's and Q's
If I had to choose
I would do it again
'Cause you own my heart
Gonna love you
you grippin' poles
In the kitchen whippin' bowls
Said there ain't no love on these roads
Make it out or you don't, no, oh
Make it hard for peeps like me
shot trying to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some
wild like I'm in the wild (Woo)
Face shot extra clip had to knock em down (down)
I be on top in the limelight r.i.p T.L.C it's a slime life
Got the world
<p>2x chorus) Remember when we used to scrape just to get by? And loyalty was even hard to find. Now we're soaring up to bigger heights And all it
in some dirty tube socks
And get shot by a cop in some Reeboks (yeah!)
Bitch I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Keep suckin' dick, 'til you get
So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's
And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed
Niggaz want the drama?
They can get it 'cause we soilders and we
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