Lyrics:
spits sniffin it'll rouse ya
Why you send me like this to live a life with such malice
In the streets bound by the vows of marriage
To the game, I'm
Im by the beach girl pull up on me
You know its a vibe
Im tryna be much more than just some dick on the side
Ya kinda sweet but you quick to move
I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby
I meant the Li V baby
Big blick in the cockpit navy baby
The shoes and the dope in the V off
crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers.
I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still
figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I
good what's the odds
Not divine but we gods
And we gotta do it proper
Tryna live it good tryna center all my chakra
So we coolin by the coast to pursue
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
face
Peep the pussy pass it to my partner
Bitch you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a nigga got two kids
We pull up in
the big Shaq single
Don't know how my thing go I rush em like
I'll take 4 of ya baby even warrior
Started up on ya girl like Victoria
But it's not
truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl (girl), respect is just a minimum (minimum)
N- and you still defending 'em
down rock bottom I remember the taste
I've been down like a rock when she callin' my name
If she always by my side I want none of the fame
Spit work
don't know a lick of judo
Fly to PR, stick Menudo
Come back, cop a six with two doors
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
From Washington
on a mission to the top
Yes your darlin Boo
His and her rolex's watch for our whole crew
Chorus x2
I'm just carryin' on
I forgot about your wife
I recently ask
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
a story but don’t live your life in quotes
Enclosed by fears and lies you’re just a ghost
We see your essence but presence remains unknown
Look
Rock more
Master P (Mercedes) talking:
Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo
Look what I got for you baby
(Look get this up out of my face
I told you I don't
and the four hit ya
Why
We just coming for ya souls
Fuck the podcast the label and the crew
And if you down with so crooked
Then its fuck you too
Fuck
from the past but ready for some gutta s**t
Mr murder every song, first degree on microphones
Mr suck ya pu**y lips on live and leave the camera on
Mr
world now, I make the rules
I say who lives, I say who die, I push the button
I save the kids, delete your crew
Call me John Q, call me Olu
Bitches
on sunset through sun-up to sunset
Niggas be on some pimp shit
But you already know this
If you ever know this
By the looks of me baby I'm holdin'
And I
burned by the lighter
You don't know the half, cause soul crash my cipher
[Verse 2]
Superstar I jaw the first, we rush last and touch pie
The proof
ADMIT IT BABY
YOU’VE BEEN HEAVY ON MY MIND GIRL, (OOOH OOOH) YES INDEED, ALL THE
THE TIME
I DON’T WANNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU, NO MORE, NO NO MORE
V2-
I’m
just ice the whole crew
She rock the mic for a few
Then call her friend for a ride
You get the cash where it's at
You popping tags where it's at
You
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