Lyrics:
family cursed me
See-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough
on my jeans by the waist
Without heat we still gonna steam up the place
Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go
S-dot-Carter y'all must try
Ha ha, ungh, once a-muthafuckin' gain
Me an my nigga, Silkk
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
West Coast style
a lil Juice
Fuck the trus
'Cause we can get criped out krazy
Blast on all you suckas
Went to throw away 380
Fuck around get found up in
Yeah, this La Chat up in this motherfucker
Murder She Spoke will be out in a minute
Ya heard me? Now dig that
Project Pat up on this thang
Finna let
ballin'
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggas get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped
Wit' Queens niggaz, y'all know how I do
Look, I got more shooters than Queen's Bridge and you,
Gotta tie you up on the Coliseum roof,
'n open beer
some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now I'm act-in like, I'm holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?
[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
be understood, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah, on the hard, yeah
A smooth little broad, yeah from out the projects
you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
the dust settles and the sun is under
The horizon, y'all should run the numbers, man
Uh, who the fuck want what with me?
Hardest out and I say that
Fuck these niggas thinking?
Y'all niggas thinkin' I'm doing, just sittin' around doin' nothin'?
Oh my God, niggas can't be serious
Where the hood,
Yeah
Clear enough for ya? Yeah right
Yeah
Why niggas look mad?
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me
as a mothafucker let these niggas know who I am
Fuck y'all mad at me for?
Y'all don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y'all
niggas, Project Niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas)
[Verse- Prodigy]
P is a triple threat, VIP, the don't
P, bitch get a look at his arm
them tramps
y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?
You know Na Na rock that shit,
climb up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask
I'm a TRU nigga and I'm livin' like some hustlers
Chorus
Master P:
Don't play no games
y'all check this shit out
I started
Brand new, yea brand new
Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew
People across the world
Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more
the police, fuck the non-believers
All those niggas project GHXST
Scum, y'all niggas out here get Scummy
Same thing
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