Lyrics:
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
shit in my crate
I pulled up a zap When I got to the gate
Naid is a G man this ain't no debate
Only a king can accept that he blew and fuck it man blew
,
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
momma)
Fussing with sum strange man
Kicking me out the house
Again and again
(What I do this time)
Cuz I couldn't pay for the rent
But if I was gone for
I gotta get payed
My army is necessary fuck it dig them a grave
A money maker by nature strictly
Out for the paper
I'm in your dope house pulling
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
and machine oil
Hanging from their clothes
As they rushed by
Heads down against the wind
Hands in pockets
Aiming for home
To the hearth
And their chair
a show, turn it out then I'm leaving
The way the man told us, its flossing season
This year we got it made, we shining y'all
Even though we got a due, we
eyes, eyes, oh
I heard you was an army man
Would you let me hold a pistol
Showing me the way, I'll shoot it like a missile
Feel your hand on my shoulder
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse
it's tough talk from the crowd I'm dead I'm asleep
Lotta high praise to guys that look average to me
Getting advice from fake hustlers my level is outta
out your shade and you're blocking out my rays
Finding Rey like John Boyega out of Star Wars
Ridley me this like I'm a poet on a par course
Diss me you
a lil name you can get her under cover
Hoe fuckin for fame man these hoes Ain’t really loyal
I just made forty thou
All I know is hustle you would think I
I like to say, this violence will do
I'm a one man, army of two
Not just in hand in hand
Even the matrix tells you
With a gun to your head
That
This verse is for old time's sake like I said
About a dude who wakes up in a strange bed
The filthy motherfucker's bust a nut on the sheet
Cos a slut
warfare is under weigh, the army of darkness is encroaching upon ya family!
Are you ready?
Have you studied?
Are you prepared?
See it's wild out here satan
: get out of my head
I think that it's time that he bled
Fuck the god who made me the lamb
Kill the man with my bare hands
They tell me: start taking my
Aye fuck the patek I'm rocking right with the Armani
Ain't no more World War 3, take em out the army
Funniest nigga on the map just call me lil Steve
a little baby being drug
From a deuce by the bumper like a little rug
What's on my mind is a motherfucking blood bath
Two stanky bitches must have asked me
We was on that ride together
Thought you was by my side forever
Can't believe you left me on this train now imma cry wherever
Damn i really trusted
the moon
Beyond the Gods, even
There is nothing made by man
That can hold me down
There is nothing they can do
To hold me
Challenge me
I accept
Is my
'it's not just a few bad apples
It is a system that plants nurtures and
Harvests bad apples into its senior ranks'
Shout out Annalise Schamuhn,
up a screw up & I ain't change much don't keep it done cuz nigga id never explain us yo this bitch is bout her self but not me one man army join my
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