Lyrics:
beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass
You know we're
World we have nowhere beyond
Take out the earth the bass is gone
At life's end we'll feel the calm
How strange we should be here at all
[Chorus:]
to make
world we have nowhere beyond
Take out the earth the back is gone
At life's end we'll feel the calm
How strange we should be here at all
world we have nowhere beyond
Take out the earth the ba** is gone
At life's end we'll feel the calm
How strange we should be here at all
Chorus:
If
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone
the wrong one
Times like this I don't know how to have fun
I think I'ma fuck somebody up (fuck 'em up)
You gon need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
It’s easier to be offended
By sex and justice
Than doing the right thing
And losing power
Rub one out and calm down
Only porn gets on your mind
War is
and run just for fun
We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel
To feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle
You could get a soda for less
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I'm
[Master P (Souya)]
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard
Go out there and get this paper
You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)
Then
strong
Salinas, Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
in God
Yaeh, so fun, I’ll be the misdeed
Here I am, by myself
My desire
Get away, bow and pray
Here comes the lord of lords
S.P.E.E.D.
Here
saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)
[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type niggas say "It couldn't be
If you're headed to the store this holiday season
And you're triggered by lines and think it's a reason
To ask for the manager like a V.I.P
If
with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How
and read her
Man, she might be the type that want P to feed her
She wants a little cheaper, a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see
is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
D.j.'s scutter up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-boys, let
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
Chorus:
P-P-P-Panic Attack
P-P-P-Panic Attack
Fight or flight, kill or be killed
Jumping from the highest heights, where will it be still
Be still
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
, Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
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