Lyrics:
screamin c-p-3
Nigga and magic and snoop, over there with me
Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers
what I’m saying you got three I’s in life
And that’s where the third I comes from
Y three U’s and R P
Yuuurp Liiife
They gone hate me cuz I live by
with T.I.P and Eminem, That's All She Wrote
I was born in the snow, so you know your man is cold
But no matter where I go, I will never sell my soul
to the e-n-d
Eg, my CD, is way to d-e-e-p
That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please"
S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me
Hooked
sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's
as well
Told him 'Shut your mout, they won't sell
You can't school me about T-shirt P's'
Oi JME, wahgwan for the summer collection?
Boy Better Know tees
I
summer,
(Feel me )
Verse 12
Real nigga stay real if it's record then I'm dealing if I have to sell my soul then I'm screaming fuck sails
c broke nigga, but
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
me but I see your soul's become. Why is it that any man that I've ever met before, when I listen to your music, P, I think of heaven more and that's
all a fable
So many niggas'll sell their soul for a gold cable
I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
Spit at you about these issues, I bless
crews
By the time 21
Wondering what imma do
Fuck it gotta keep it present
Cause the past is filled with doom
3am we still talking
Walking
By myself
like skateboard P what sad song?
But what we had, we let drag on
Need an clean slate, Yu-Gi-oh that's black hole
Ok it was Dark Hole
We're an sell by
back to Austin
Cause she talked about it all the time
It was almost a year before she called him up
3 rings and an answering machine is what she got
Ran the money up so much my soles hurt
Hard to show you real love when my soul hurt
I can't sell it don't know what my soul worth
I can't sell it
selling the P's
QP sell it with ease
I was selling to teens
Plug ain't catching the heat
Ain't go throw me in a cell I'm a teen
No telling on me
Then came
on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O.
I leave you dead with the bustas
Real niggas gone love us
We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
play by the rules, nah
Just cuz I got trouble cutting off my old hoes do that make me a hoarder
I was in trouble, plotting on how to make double, p's
than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody want to have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
It is
Cuz I ain't stoppin' til I hit my peak
They tryna stay relevant
Sell they soul like every week
Who gave these niggas melatonin
Cuz they love
first kid
Teacher thought I wouldn't be shit, graduated in '06
Left the city in twenty ten, came back in twenty twelve
A&Rs thought I wouldn't sell now my
a fee
Why these niggas play with me? No, my niggas shoot up scenes
Gotta sell yo' soul to us, probably got yo' hoe with us
Feel like a diamond in
sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation number 11, keep yo' hooptie hot and revin'
Regulation number 12, keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
(The
raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I
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