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the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
So we can chop it up, so we can spread the ice and
The ties of no g's is for sure, you know I like it
This is a D.P.G. dedication
Is for my homies
on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' o's off
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
(P and Game
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
That nigga a bitch, he be walkin' with mace
Like, let's take a trip right to chase You jackin' the beat by the tie of your lace
Hold on, bullets is
am B-I-G, though, the king of my city
And my bitch so down, that she give me a kidney
Probably'll die for me, rather her live for me
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[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (12x)
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Of course I don't remember that
No lies, you can live in this track
Be a part of my chords or fade to black
Waste it all on me tonight
Don't take it little by
P-C-P in his veins
He lives inside a quart
Johnny is a punk rocker
Johnny is he queer?
Johnny needed two bags
And a car to commandeer
Johnny wasn't
the Mobb be the gang with the Drama King
Always gonna hold it down
That's what I promised P
I did it, y'all forgot
I'm still with the scripture
Every bar
He bring her there to be his bride
Where they would live and work together
Side by side
She was his sunshine
She was his moon and morning star
May these words be bridges over rivers angered by storms
To get you to the other side
You’ll realise in your hell is where your heaven is born
Just
May these words be bridges over rivers angered by storms
To get you to the other side
You'll realize in your hell is where your heaven is born
Just
And the residuals
I come from nothing
Never forget that
A.P.P.Y
Imma die with that
Reaching success
I know you with that
I'm the original
I'm spitting all facts
zooming by
(Shh shh)
It's alright
(Yeh yeh)
It's alright
(Yeh yeh)
Seeing lights
(Blue)
Seeing lights
(Skrr skrr)
P-pull up on a pedal bike
(Turn turn)
This is a tale long to live but alas so short to tell by the wind and by time,
By everything that flees
A torment of my liking, exploring extremes
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
You’re one of those I don’t deserve
You’re one of those I don’t deserve
Don’t wanna say the wrong thing
Or play the wrong chords
Just wanna be in harmony
I thought thar you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise!
the next
Move you make
Might be the first or the last dont get
Distracted by
The hoochies the pookies and who nots
Waiting for you
To slide off the chair
platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin on your
Fill the magic chords and make it seem like today
You never knew that you could be
Enchanted by a melody
The years will never drive it out
You
Fill the magic chords and make it seem like today
You never knew that you could be
Enchanted by a melody
The years will never drive it out
You
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