Lyrics:
to soothe my stage
What it was was more then plug-up dosage
More than DAISY age
Conversation drew a rule
Which the crowd will roar by millions
Mr.
saved a life in rhyme or healed wounds
Rather I inflicted pain that community consumes
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(J.P)
Now pass me the mic (pass the mic)
Let
ooh-la-la-laaa, i don't buy by the ounce, i buys by the baaar
i loves gettin' loadsa fukin' draw
and then sell it to my mates and gettin' fukin' wrecked up
three moments in life to either be late or be great
Choose your fate, cause I know you search for the reasons to fight
But that's what Sundays are for
[Master P]
our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Where you at whodi? (I'm over here
Never change ass
Sell ya soul for the fame ass
Point the blame ass lil boy
Can't get caught up in the trance
But I'm drowning in the joy
All I wanted was
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
a million women in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done
at the funeral I bet my nigga rest in peace
Yellow diamonds wrapped around my wrist it look just like some pee
Had to sell dope or hoop I'm tryana be like Master P
thought y'all nigga was joking when I first jumped on your shit
You told the world how you sold your soul, real niggas sell bricks
I know some junkies that
Ask me why I do this Imma say it's for my family
Plus I got this music right here coming from my soul
Putting in the work tryna take this shit
a 3rd path & witness everything unfold
The next ten years everything just blows
But don't give up cause you'll sell out shows
Embrace the highs
the time
Inner soul craves, for guidance
For safety for the brave, p.o.w. slaves
Will be used as shields to pierce and drill
To drip tears, when a declared
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
up
we tearin' clubs up Down South Wit D
Three Six yall.... Twiztid, and I.C.P
the Inc. is back
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
Black Child is gutter
I don't give a fuck what I sell out with a gun motherfucker
[Verse 3 - Black
not what I expect
For a fact, this business is more crooked
The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin'
See in you hell just in case
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
Dropped Three back in December
Think imma paint the world green in march
Ain't sip the shit in a minute
Ain't gon lie a nigga feeling parched
Damn,
from them counterfeit
That's three for a bag, P's in the bank
G's on the cap and keys for the Jag
Few boys graft hard, few boys sell nosey
to give away my soul for nothin'
Don't want to sell myself door to door
I just want to know that..
Every time I fall back
You grab my shoulder to keep
three months back to back, I sell out every night
Labels used to look past me, now they tryin' to remake me
Grab a fat nigga out the trenches
to your avenue to battle you
Your style get ate like Italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you achy or a pound of shake
Y'all can open up wide an' suck this
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