Lyrics:
Drugs be in my system
I be feeling different
Drugs be in my system
I be feeling different
Drugs be in my system
I be feeling different
Drugs be in my
day
Was it the pandemic C O V I D?
Or da hands of C O P I G
How does a cop take a Collin Kaep knee on the neck?
Hand in pocket, shades on his head
Litt 4 on on ya system like its nicotine
Old friends wan meet meet the guillotine
Rock my fits just like a model no magazine
Locked in on my grind
venom in my system, I'm lethal
I got venom in my system, I'm lethal
R.I.P. My Nigga K-Styles
fuse long as they can use they'll buy that smoke
Got a half p that I'm tryna flip now cause my funds are down and I need a pound to start Making ground
Bounce for ah Nigga girl
Throw dat azz back
Wanna see you get low
Tryna see you make it clap
Liquor in your system
Let me see you get lose
Lights
Aye, get thank funk in yo system[00:02.64]Niggas know what it is and what it isn't[00:05.13]Aye, get thank funk in yo system[00:07.48]Niggas know
walking through me like a mall
At work I'm mopping the floor, watching the whores on TV
Getting more P then me, all they do is twerk
You think I wanna be
niggas came up from them P's
And bitch I was born in the P's
Can't lack that pistol on me
Them drugs in my system ode
He mad his sister on me
I take a cid
Abrabc mun ns3m dccso
Papa paynin bia na cte ss3hy3 yooso
Cse yaw ndafode3 men trusto
Wee ne tot nne3ma mianu wayi men crossi
Youth nu y3p3 afutuo
mm kou pa kav tou kou moulkou
Pa etoné ki 3kar zeness p pouss traver
1 System malicieux rempli r pervers
Zot pna pitie zot pna faveur
Zis
wasn't part of the system
Lemme keep it one hunna
Had days I was sitting down pissed
and I had no P
Man that was a bummer
Lemme keep it one hunna
I had
the cut sipping Hennessy
She from Tennessee, only ten I see
Only fuck with P's, no make believe
Breath the THC, help me breathe with ease
Like she pray
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
[Verse 1: Master P]
I remember back in the days it wasn't
sun
Weh me haffi chat 'bout? There's a situation, yo
(Pow)
Buss ah lyrical shot pon a system
Weh don't have it equal fi blacks and (pow)
We
on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]
My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned
Slow down baby
Cause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P
Tried to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
tings but prefer less know
P's q's on ten toes word to wise
Not stuck in the hood like I ain't been circumcised
What you know about cereal and water
I
Zot system p met moi lor la paille
Fer tou sorte kalité mardaï
Pou fer mo l'avenir fraccassé
Humm mama don't cry
Mwenn real ghetto youth fode pas
Slow down baby
Cause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P
Tried to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest
that's trivial
Satanic rituals
Illumination on your TV
Presidential pornography on a D V D
Stream it to an M P 3 or to a C D
And burn my name on the 1
and gone so many in the system
R.I.P to Fatman we love you Moses Williams
Even though I got these diamonds shit ain't really changed
Niggas beefing cause
distant
Switching lanes up in that coupe, you know that I be driftin'
Baby, I'm sorry I'm distant
Soon as you touch it, I'll put that dick up in your system
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