Lyrics:
them what a different scene
Picture me never out on the street
With three of my G's spending millions of P's
Believe me bro I will be up there
With
you a factor, but can't put them facts out
Got em calling quits, guess we sponsored by tap out
Patrolling through the hood every night we doing a check
(Lord, I need, have mercy on me)
(Have mercy on me)
For my soul, for my soul
(For my soul, on my soul)
be I G P O P P A P A see left eye J M J
Please have
to these lames
Man these drama sell art don't
Compare me these stains
Man I'm just a consciousness don't
Compare me with brains
I'm a G and that G only gon
and yo body fill wit them other fluid,
Trappa slash rappa but a full time G,
Smokin purp wit my boys, bout 2 or 3 P's,
I'm a trappa slash rappa but
another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy
niggas how a real hood rock
Why, stop, givin' right by
Drive, nigga let me tell you
Emergency, get back, away, hurry
It's quick to get scary
Too quick
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
lie bare times I got agro (agressive)
Music for emotions but nowadays no man can speak (never)
Feds be listening, have u in pen by the end of the week
I'm dealin' with too much stress
So I stay up on my p's and q's
And watch out for the G's and fools
'Cause the homies that I thought I had
See me
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck
the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And youse a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like
the p's 'n the g's
Yeah the p's 'n the g's like paigon's
I'm waiting on this money like patient
Balance looking low like vacant
I hope this lifestyle pays
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthem
My national
died for this skill
So I could never understand how a fuck boy really feel
I was riding with my g's coulda moved the p's by the mill
Sima hit the race
up by she, victimise me?
Nah it's me the victim eye see, this is the day In the life of a g
Switch it day in the life of a freak pillow behind
there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin' jumpin' up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing, real tough like
the whole (P I E)
But I ain't comfortable sharing with no (P I G)
Real recognize real if i need to (C I D)
You cant be by me (B Y E)
This gon last forever i
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
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