Lyrics:
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit
King Wayne , Yungjug on the beat[00:07.54]We still young and dedicated[00:09.17]Setting shit off on the daily[00:13.42]I do a lot of things that I
ended[00:34.73]Privacy invaded dont need no Intruder[00:36.54]I dont want these hoes[00:38.09]They aint it they fake[00:39.41]Flirt with asian girls[00:40.93]Show that ass
a lost cause, but let's still search
Until the day I die, holdin' my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box, I wanna
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
to the mid to the east coast
Verse One: Master P
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
Disrespecting my black queen.
Holding their crotches & being obscene.
At first I ignored em cuz see I know their type,
They got drunk & got guns & they wanna
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n****z better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I don't' care if you're a criminal or a cop,
cause fuck that yo
I gotta make sure my dough multiply
Crimes I commit heinous
Y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch
Make you famous
fast[03:50.24]Unsustainable but most things seem to never last[03:54.64]I can almost see it, I can almost see it[04:02.84]When I'm with you we step together side by
year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Time[00:50.14]Is gonna catch you son[00:54.31]And you cant hide[00:58.84]Theres nowhere to go[01:00.79]When you get rolled[01:02.93]I sit and search
Taylor sleeps at home
In comes 911
Boyfriend grabs the phone
Eight shots by the gun
I saw the black massacre
I saw the black massacre
One down,
divided[01:37.16]So I keep the union with money[01:38.69]Foo I'm loose on the juice[01:39.68]Yeah I'm blinded by losses[01:40.48]I need me a baddie that cooks dale
the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
Forty days, forty nights
If I ever lose a muthafuckin' fight
You in
can do you all[00:30.41]I can be the one that you would want[00:34.32]Walking away[00:36.40]Walking away[00:38.62]Walking away as I'm walking by
I was losing weight too fast[00:30.04]Just laid there by the freeway in cool grass[00:43.95]Strange lights of distant turbines[00:49.19]God's favour
If I ain't rockin' emeralds and Bentleys,
I'm coolin' in Poughkeepsie,
Me, shorty, new Glock 40, and some bent weed
Ridin' in Mary boo, take care
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