Lyrics:
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
Yeah, N.Y.M.P. the realest, uh
This is educated thug music, niggas
Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you, tryin'
funny
Cause ya like P, life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm the K-I-N-G, don't avenge me
Don't think cause I'm stingy
I want
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
learned to grip pistols in BK
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, more Rocawear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still, still, still)
Livin' the good life
to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it
Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Feelin' like an igloo now
Goons
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with rebos, G17 is a free-throw
We got out the cut for the peoples
My life's like
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin'
damn yae, Beeyotch
DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say what)
And that's how it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
That's how we breaded uptown soldier,
Never did 4 bitch known how I roll her,
The Porsche came wit candy,
The money on the line,
Hundred G's all
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
gun brr
I am a beast grr
Money machine brr
F-U-C-K C-O-P's
I say I know when they say freeze
Yeah
Ok you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no
flake.
Two point two pounds, to be straight.
My niggas just flew in from G-A,
Ready to buy 4 kilos,
Then drive slow back to Youngstown, Ohio.
So fuck
in a half an hour
So that basically mean my paper getting mean
Four G's in a paper denim jeans
The pink rocks Red Hot like Anthony Kiedis
To see this
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters want to try
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
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