Lyrics:
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
watched on the block by informants
Hip-hop police at the shows, I see 'em blendin' in while I'm performin' (I see 'em)
I walk in first then the goons
like st john you fled,
to live in a cave.
oh so alone,
with your new love,
writing letters to the world to let it be known
that your master
was
thoughts that dont back off yeah they follow me around
Hold up like leave, bitch
I got me, bitch
I dont need no ones opinion im getting these shows
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And around the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New
Master P eternity nigga
what's up silkk
they give yall the credits
But did yall forget it
The mindset that we all can get it
And show em you aint gotta rap, trap or play ball to get it (Smacks
trying to play me
How can these bitches call me up, and they talking more than Siri?
You ain't shit, niggas and bitches on my dick
Come and show you're bad
what I tote
(Dats what I tote)
Nasty lil b*tch, she be hella wet
Let me drive da boat
(Drive da boat)
Got caught in a jam, twelve locked me up
And they
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show
you used to seein
Absestos study lessions to make impressions
The P's come and squeal on the real I'm mad excited
I got my deal but still...
Chorus:
shit
Ay, I cannot show boat, hit it once, let her leave that's a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your
She show off her pics
I show out the fit
And she gotta mitch yeah
I'ma get rich
Shorty gets down
Baby you lit
And you gotta a problem
You messing
as I could get, waiting for the boss to come on. The MC of the show got up there - he was killing some time. The sun was going down behind the city, over
know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in
*Featuring Master P, Halleluyah, & Silkk the Shocker
[Intro - Master P - talking]
New No Limit up in here (yeah, a haha)
Represent!
This goes out
know I slide wit the indo
Had to pull the panties aside
I made some space in the ride so she could ride by the window
Baby work up my appetite, she put
My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We
East O
But not from New York son
I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell
And build up my franchise 'cause since the money is muscle
I fuck wit
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
outta R&D
Grab a micro, drake and I'm sweepin' they streets
Spent 50 on a brand new bus, AP
This a track hawk might get indorse by jeep
You ain't
interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures
Of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams & Mendel Rivers
To eat hog
throwed off, nigga menace to society
Dreads in my head like I'm O-Dog (O-Dog)
I gotta roll one up, free Boo P, nigga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my
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