Lyrics:
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
'em
I already blast 'em
My name is P (P) I'm from the D (D)
The area code (code) is 3-1-3 (3)
I run with Trick
(Trick) I (Kid) with Rock (Rock)
I love
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
the hill is real gettin live
Still sittin by still gettin high
Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her
That I can stop doin drugs long
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
six more velours draws feather skin
Hair cutted up hollering
Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick
Can't stand the others
Ignace
Under the rocks
That are played with by children
And thrown at Malcolm
Who's still stuck to the sign that says
"Welcome to Ignace"
It's Christmas
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
thirsty for some person with shines to just walk by
So now that I can see the three-sixty
Now that it's me that's jiggy
The coolie heads, they wanna
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
stop
To set up shop with a quarter of rock
Here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
stop
To set up shop with a quarter of rock
Here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
One, two, one two three go
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up,
eatin' shrimp like a boss
Nigga, rock a boss, tow a 40-carter car
Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star
Little Russian model bitch, I fucked
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