Lyrics:
Got a bunt nigga twist it
I'm a get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
I'm a product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that
the heat
Man these niggas all cap, if you asking me
Never really had to be
Keep some soldiers by me with no limits bitch I'm master P
Meditating in my spare
face
Wasn't tripping hit me I'm on P.C.H.
Food for thought No M.S.G.
Ball like this M.S.G.
Poe hit up Top
Knicks in the Garden
And we Ain't ducking no
G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official
Razah, 4th Disciple
[Chorus: x2]
Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
The way I, breathe and step,
Royce drop
G family vacay-ing like a boss
Tell a hater we made it
Never that, this ain't complacent
This is that grinding through the grave shift
Now
Yo
See I ain't tryna be that guy that waits
That takes his time I'm tryna say that
I got places need to be
The man that makes it see my g
This ain't
And niggas wanna see me dead
In my mothers arms
Ghost me, the juju man said it won't happen
I'm kicking back, polled up in the Volkswagen
All the P's that I
bed down puss wetting
Doing wood work now a mans all sweating
I Got
Now look at the P's I'm getting
Belly rumble so I best get cheffing
Mans a real cook
This By Me Self
By Me Self
Nah Give Up Pan Me Self
Fuck Dem We Nuh Need
Dem Strength Yeah
No No Me Nuh Need Youuu
S.I.P To My G’s
Still A Wul
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold
Warren G
Sold it high but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns
with them niggas
Want a red Beam what I want for Christmas?
Two gold teeth from my dentist
Oh my god, man, I need to print this
Man, I'm apprentice
Man
Lemme spark my wood
It's a fried shit
I ain't gonna tell you niggas
Young nigga from the G's, bitch we made it out of the head
I don't fuck with
of my P's
He been getting all of my cheese
Bunn that shit we ain't smoke no trees
Already told you I'm nuts, no deez
Man finesse my age with ease
Still
WcY
STcY OUT MY SPcCE
HOW IT GUH
R.I.P TO DEM cLL c WHO
WEH NEVc WcH FI SEE ME WIN
STOP PRETENDING cCTING LIKE
YOUR MY FRIEND I KNOW YOUR NOT
YOUR
motherfuckin' main man's dead
That was my heart
My motherfuckin' man 'till the end
Yo, I said "Hans
You know the deal just chill"
When you get my page, meet me
away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
servin rap classics
This ain't ya average see what I mean
imma add up all the bodies and divide it by 3
Peace to everybody that's been ridin with me
Say
Big chip on my shoulder starting to feel like it’s dead weight
Man, I just get rich and praying everyday (G.R.A.P.E.)
But I gotta be mindful
Of what I
none fuck with the D-P-Gs
We live (baby)
It was the night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby)
Live (baby)
None can fuck with the DPGs
A-B-C-D-P-G
concept, teacher mosh it up, right
PRT p-osse, boy ghetto with philosophers
All can't get enough of this, drummer common insight, check
Here comes
Of course it did
I'm just saying
You can be a no man in anyone's land
Unless you're the diplomatically immunised
You're someone to be scrutinized
By
wait
Walk in and blow when I step in it
I'm from the P and I'm repping it
Seen it with me that's a definite
That was your chick, better check on it
I
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