Lyrics:
.45 Rip a nigga to pieces
A-C-P's hit him right in his teeth
I'm gone charge it all to this black card
I can't let niggas go on counting my jeans
I
money just by being in fucking beef
Lactose bag, gone hold my heat, same
Place, that I keep Pusha P
Pull up where he at, get on his ass, we finna link
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
sleeping on the floor
Bad bitch naked in my crib doing chores
Take your shoes off for you walk through the door
Mackin plenty women got hoes by the 4s
Join
God took me thru what I had to go thru to get to (P-u-r-p-o-s-e)
No other love have I found that gets me where it do (Finally found me)
And every
GOD TOOK ME THRU WHAT I HAD TO GO THRU TO GET TO (P-U-R-P-O-S-E)
NO OTHER LOVE HAVE I FOUND THAT GETS ME WHERE IT DO (FINALLY FOUND ME)
AND EVERY
To The Hills was .... the out takes.... remember the bit with the indians
there, and he's sitting on a penny farthing, you know and they're all getting shot with
VERSE 1
Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
Flow,
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
made it
And when i come to your to your city, know that we have come to take it
What is going on? We on some take over shit
I said, What the fuck is
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
of demon heaven
Step in looking deep as ever with heaps of cleavage scheming to get in V.I.P. with beverage
Cds USBs begging me to hear it
Teams asking me
into some bread then dip off
Yeah I'm ducked off
I don't do the extras, fuck nah
All over the chicken like duck sauce
Yeah, I'm all over this chicken
Do you
Even care about me
Man I'm really tired
Bout to take a nap now
And maybe another
Man you're like a band-aid
When I rip it off fast
And it
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
and I'm talking bout loud
Have you up on the clouds, up off of the ground
That nigga Streetz, he gone hustle
Nigga go ask around
Got the Whitney by
Still Swerve Off The Lot
Take A Look At A Hustler Baby, Take A Look At A Hustler Baby
If The Bag Stop Dropping & These Niggas Stop Copping
And The Work
crack, head crack"
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
a bunch of used nails
We grew up in the church together nigga
Sunday school
Now I heard you off into jackin' nigga
That ain't even cool
I used
hangin'
You want beef, it ain't bangin'
Foul memories, you was bent but you
Remember it's the Infamous
Never took our shoes off when we enter
Stash gash
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Notes
give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your
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