Lyrics:
mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
Cause I'm
razor blades
I'm having fun take a bow
I'm the one in your mouth
Better stop or I'll pounce
Flip you off Like an ounce
I'm the talk of the town
While
the boss of this off ya lid, r.i.p. right where the portrait is
[Chorus]
Dadado! that means drop it and run it
No fronting 'cause the coppers is
birds
Nothin's heard, feds want to tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge with all
do we have a problem
Come with that confidence I might take it off them
Talk about vapours I might just pop them
Baby don't judge me baby don't
damned bad and don't forget it
Shut the fuck up and run
If I've got to shake them
Take them all out one by one
Where is all the love?
Some more ammo for
By the time I grow old like it's ancient history gotta make it like I'm late for class
Change goes by gotta learn no mystery, gonna take Ls not
can't take the sauce
I know this shit look sweet like you could eat it you can't take it off
You could never break me off
Big bag on me nigga you can try
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep
off me, give me room to breathe
And you takin up my spot? Nigga please
I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nuttin good
Used to be a gentleman but
want to go to war!!!
[Master P]
No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues
Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed
Colonel,
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
could be one
Until I see BIG, Pac
See Pun but this ain't Eazy
I can't take a Big L, my city needs me
I gotta win the proof is in the pudding
And I been
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub see, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
Z-Ro Lyrics
Mo City Don Lyrics
(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw,
Mixing drip P.O.D. with the Rage
Running shit nigga you running late
I run it I run it
How you want it but you never done shit
I want it I want
Time is
the feds he want dem pictures, take them, send them right off
My Monday bitch want Tuesday spot told Tuesday take the night off
Ima just keep it buck these
No I ain't never a seen lady come and take me off my stride
The way you came around and took me off of mine
Now when I reminisce of days you used
to you, baby girl, what's your vibe
I can tell just by the look in your eyes
Only came here to have a good time
Bun a spliff, take that shit off your mind
knew me
But you just acted dum like a newbie
tryna hurt me by selling your p***y
Coz another black man
won’t end up sleeping hungry know that girl
for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
I won't lie, I love P-you-S-S-why, (why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the American pie
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