Lyrics:
got struck in the game
Po-po's got me face down on the bed by a big bag of 'caine
And I'm thinkin in my head 'I just left Y.A.'
Now on my way
your nigga
He can be you man
You don't have to leave him
Everybody need a back-up plan
[Master P]
Jump in my 97 Hummer and riside
You be Ms
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
See-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Chorus]
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
wit that G, I have totin the P, cause!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel
Hoes get at 'em when
passed the auxiliary
Play these mind games like psychology
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3’s company who lied
Hol' up bring it back
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
From girls that is toothless
Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless
Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan
Ruthless she said she had a friend
Three, Beanie Seigel:
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
pistol like weave with extensions
P Twenty if a nigga wanna pop
Drive by with that sniper or the chop
130 pounds but
The glock weight 32
Got so much
Piste en douce à ied-p
Et de Paris vous pensez qu'j'perds le
Nord vous êtes tous à l'ouest
Faut qu'j'trouve à milli
Debout de minuit à minuit
MC
like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own label so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm
on the Praia
With 3eeezy watching the game
World Cup Festa
My nigga, shit was insane
Ela fala, qual o seu nome
Meu nome, Rico P
Donde voce e
I told her I'm from
Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it
callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by
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