Lyrics:
Yeah, P!
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don't love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
It go, waste removal, we
the
Streets I lost my dad to
As a kid, Meek became acquainted with
Another of his dad's brothers
A pioneering local DJ known as Grandmaster
Nell if you were
dragged my name in the dirt (nope, oh, yeah, yeah)
All this work to be successful
When you abandon me 'cause of what you heard (yeah, oh, yeah, heard)
I
sittin' on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my
Its always easy, by The Plantation make you uneasy
Song I wrote of a whole legacy, my brother by the dirt we bleed
My next video will blow up just wait
'cause I don't give a fuck
So throw your motherfucking M in the sky
If the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up your seat
think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happens to die because of your drug
I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug
way since creation
A groupie call, you fall from temptation
Now you wanna ball over separation
Tarnish my image in the conversation
Who you gon'
Its double G-U-D-D-A
Squeeze my piece fuck tha cops and tha dea
I spit this shit for tha streets
- fuck what ppl say
Get in my way and you be doa -
died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like
head
A lot of people like going down
I side-stepped the line for a fresh cut
And instead, I keep my nappy curls in my head
I like to hear brothers spit
don't even know
A million things run through my mind (Through my mind)
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
(You ain't gotta be in jail to be
like a steeplechase
MC soldiers, about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better
And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.
The day didn't go too well.
Too many chocolates and cigarettes.
I kept thinking of you
money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli
grilled your mantle
Face intense, you're sellin' your soul
Just for the action of soul in the hole
Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh
Slum
So much pain in my body, can't make this shit up (oh, oh)
I throw the dirt up on my own, with just me and my gloves (oh, oh)
It's just like
put this on my mother
You will end up in the scope
Im jus trynna warn a brother
Still getting cheescake on these dummies
Deal or no deal I got
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
Chorus: ja rule (repeat 2x)
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from
drowned by the courts
They say my little brother Jamie, he's dead and in a grave, and I'm all alone and afraid
And everything I gave has been so
of fact I'm kinda hoping we can stay together
[Chorus: x2]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in Vail do I hear wedding bells?
My dogs throw
kinda hoping we can stay together
I see you dressed up in white face covered in veil do I hear wedding bells?
My dogs throw on rice its the day your
or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's
y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'
Now don't be shocked 'cause if you're down I want your hands up high
Say O.P.P. (OPP) I
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