Lyrics:
My glock ya f*** buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
to get it
You know what im saying
Chorus: repeat 4X
Just another lil' nigga, this one for my lil' niggas
[Master P]
He was only 14 but he stayed
funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
be cap
The niggas be lyin'
I told bronem, "On foenem (yeah)
The feds be watchin' the live" (foenem)
And I'm pushin' P, beefin' with my Drac', I'm
came, together to get this money 'fore we G-O
They love me for that
They know I'm in love with the scratch
I hear a million niggas hollin' how they
fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me
That
G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo,
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body, switch another position
I hope the people
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride
Feelin' like a pimp, doin' fifty-five
In a five-seven, clean as a reverend
LS3, so G, keep my engine revvin'
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
competion
Like federal and the dog
Young Money nigga we ball
Like Kobe and Chris Paul
For givn' the whack crackas
Still sippin' Crystal
Wavin' the life line
funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P.Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just
Young Buck ride in the five-sixty Benz
[Hook]
I be doin' this for a long time
And I'm tired to gettin' money
On second four
[Verse 2:]
Before Master P
oui, my nigga
I know what you're thinking: what the hell, my nigga?
But @4REAL4RELL's my Twitter
Want to make money? Make Quitter.com or bitter.com
Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman,
Pour a four in the Sprite clean (Sprite clean)
Take a half a P-E-R-C (half a Perc)
Everybody say they know me (know me)
Ain't complaining 'cause
I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten
Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha
Went through
featuring Mac Pheno
Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X)
No Limit is the army and we the soilders
It's an uptown thing boy I thought I
the expressions of a G
And I'ma be chasing after them g's until I R.I.P.
Its Paul Wall baby
What it do? Been banging Screw since '92
Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee,
it back to 25 A G
No C, niggas out here know I got the D
P.G. makin' plays, twerkin' off a P
Broke that bitch down, I been hustlin' all week
All week
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got the Villain with
funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just
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