Lyrics:
a bullet for my homie I meant it
Before crushed out tanks I was down to did shit
Fist fighting in clubs cause we had to run it
See-murder was the first with
should know that
But i could never go back
To the thrill we both had
Cause for real its so sad
Tell me why you choose
To stay with him
If he gives you no
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
said I never showed what I could do on the court
This way before I went by Zander the Fourth
I put my all in the sport and came up short
He said If you
so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
and my niggas came up and shid we only had eachother
NLMB it's tatted on me, I'll Never Leave My Brothers
Win, lose, or draw that's what it is we aint
We came a long way
Yeah we came a long way
Had some dark nights
So you know we had to pray
Man it took a while
So you know we had to wait
But
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
had to pose
And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone
Chorus: Johnny P
Can you smoke it right
With a playa, like me, and you,
Never hit but a miss
So whatever happens just know that it's meant
I can't force what exists
But can see what is sent
In seventeen was the friends that we
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
Get the bag, we do this every day (Every day)
Finna get it crackin' like a safe
Never lacking, I'm with all my dawgs, yuh
We gon' take it to the grave
We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call
Master P:
This Ghetto Got Me trapped
And homies I feel your pain
See these
on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?
They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I
never wait around, or set a date and count
No hype like when the game announced
Then when I came around
They would be saying aloud
That I didn't belong,
Don’t call us g’s like we are not bros
Make it happen on a 2.0
Came back with kick had to switch up the flow it’s a game of thrones if I count John
on the same block, same house
Same spot, same Glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when UGK,
No police on the chase I want P's in the safe so I'm going out west for a bank code
Lock that dough like landlord
Going up but we came from south
Full
came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
the groups? Too many going solo
We lost streets, teams, promo
YouTube and Vevo man I miss the time when
You really had to rhyme
When lines weren't reduced
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
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