Lyrics:
cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you n****s are blimp
And every b**** in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I'm
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
Swang hooks
Like this so cold and deliver so
I resy to go get it
They gon remember me
Three busting coming after Tennessee
No 10 a key
Alphabetical M
of this little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
bitches tryna blow me
I see y’all niggas tryna steal my flow that’s a no no
Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho
And make that 40 go go
Real
*SilverBlackGuerilla*
King, King King Kong
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
Hook1; Nic-key
I'm so serious,
Like a Silver Black Guerilla
Don't get
is gone
For them oils I'll ride out
But see keys don't turn Dizaster on
It's traffic on the highway to hell
That's where Dizaster going
I'm on the road
playlist
Drawers hang
Nuts swang
Now, Trigga let the beat bang
So what's your secret
Love, loyalty, respect
Doing the impossible, improbable to make a check
funds stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
Spectacular pimp
Check my vernacular bitch
The way I spit just get them salty like some
fuck with me
Your heart is luxury
Hey, I'm feelin' like a motherfuckin' pimp
Rest in peace, Pimp C
Rest in peace, Iceberg Slim
Walkin' heavenly
Smilin'
a pimp I been balling out the gym
I'm just worried bout my money I ain't never finna simp
Got two vibes I ain't them Add it on to a four by I got money
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion
Penny
We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
My pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love
So get where you supposed to and, do
What
To be a real ghetto superstar
Focus is the key, if ya want it, it could be
If ya know where ya goin' from the moment you could see
That's game
We got
This is for the grown and sexy
Excuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that
This is for the grown and sexy
Excuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that
Chorus:
Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
I'm worth millions
And your white folks mad cause
I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the ounce and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike
They wanna be
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