Lyrics:
(Cee, cee, cee, hayyyyyynes!)
Still need the money
To stack (high)
Still need the whip
To drive (by)
Still need the house
To park it (outside)
I
Yeah
Frishh
Ghost
S P the ghost
D Block Yeah
Getting to the guap
Smoking on the raw though
Not running from the law nor
Running from the lord
You
pleasure, swear to God, we used to freak
Used to take them drastic measures, anything just for the P
Extra mags, we mushin' rounds, I'm just tryna beat
Ay
If they gon shoot my block
네가 tell em , me gigglin
I aint worry shit never,
go stupid, my side
G ready to trigglin
Pass by P.O, my
bullet gon
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
Man I don't know shit
Come on y'all, this is odd
Cause I don't know shit
No comment
It's big P, I don't live by the G code
But steppin up, gettin right,
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Yeah, nigga!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll
I been D-U-C-K-I-N-G ducking from police
I been P-O-P-P-I-N-G popping my shit all damn week
I ran up 20 in my sleep I fuck these bitches by the 3's
I
jumped by four niggas
Took that shit, I ain't run
Shout out to G
The only nigga who ain't flee
And took more hits than me
Still kept it P
When the rest
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
from the Coneys
Too many bitches gone OD
Once I hit that pussy, it's OV
By myself smoke a whole P
Gettin' bands, man, this shit ain't Nunn2m3, oh-oh
I even killed the time by helpin'
My man pass out fliers
Now all I want to do is
Get in where I fit in
Shake my as* with the
Baddest pidgeon with
Dems throwing 5's up
And His opp are my opp
See man get diced up
Real g's turnt lifer
P got bagged and bust case can he's a minor
Seen man get
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
gonna see me
He out here tricking on these hoes he is not pushing P
I call up Semi and Dirko they out here throwing up G
I call my cuzzo Flexso he out
brothers and they never been scared by me,
Man, i just talk my shit, in this beat
Cause you know man i'm a sick
And i know what you gonna say to me
The world
When it
Comes
To these
Hoes
Man
They
Panties straight drop
I be Stabbing um
Beating um
Dick um
Down
Yota Boy
Ciso
C7's
A Hound
Beach
By
won't survive in New York
I flow a mad thick like the sap from a tree
I'm of the live brothers represents G.P.
I'm hot like the sun, find shade I got
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
I just talked to God on the ouija
Board
Don't play yourself
Cuz son you next
Everything on my accord
Its
Ain't it funny how I follow this Profit but I'm really Far from a prophet
Imma Soon make p's of streams
Inshallah man I blow like rocket
If not get Rich
wit no fiends,
Now this is sumpthin' that I don't understand,
Why the fuck would that nigga Master P call himself the Ice Cream Man,
Bitch!! Don't
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
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