Lyrics:
on Murdle Ave.
Come through
You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do
I get bullet proof love
Pounds and hugs
You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in
nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make
ready for the day
Two; tryin' hit you before you hit me
C; he a good nigga, don't call cross P
Four; balance my hatred and love more
E; tryin' to stay
dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail
It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
Cause I, could
talking
A hate in my blood you won't find one drop
But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped
So
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right
talkin' bout the T-Go
And I'm a money gon' stick by my P-O-P
Nigga, guess what
I don't need a P-O-P
I'm right back, and I ain't talk about the lobster
Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it ain't no love
Anybody slip and they get slid
I ride or die I play it raw that's the way I'm raised
Spray for spray
I love it)
(Neem's rollin' a J right now)
(Yo, whaddup)
We got the O-line, Hoe-line, then we got the Breau-line
Rollin' up the blunt, you know
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded
right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "'cause", call a Blood "Dawg"
I ain't bangin so I holla like "Wat
the drop, trunk pop and wave
These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit
I fly right by, so they don't even benefit
To get close to me, or SLAB
We threw up
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
just can't spare
Hold up everybody, put it all on ice
Gotta feeling on the mic that's twice as nice
Gotta cope with the dope by cutting soap
So
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
Yea I love Jesus Christ
I am so glad He came into my life
If I didn't have Him the devil would bite
But since he can't my diamonds bite
I'm going
Question for the the maker and it's aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime
pushing still
Don’t trust no one
Street cold blood
No one love you bro when things go wrong
See even your own brother might just be the snitch
Let me
right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
her right back
We gettin it out the trap peppermint out the pack
8 Ball hit hard like I'm battling on smack
Watch what you do for the love
KRS said it
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