Lyrics:
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
stretchin and yawnin as the sun rise
Poorin out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
In these ghetto days, bussin bottles and shoot the bi***es
Its them
stop us tru niggas
[verse 2]
'cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas in line
With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running
L-I-E-D
And don't know shit about me
But you don't see me running
I'm from the ghetto, hoe, so I keep coming...
With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss
your ice
I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
Yo, what we talking
down like that
I got the game in my vein
Million dollar rings and things and still want change
Ghetto Fabulous, soldier nigga, fuck a busta
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us
I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end
From the streets to the hood
And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggas, don't stop
Fools get sprung when they get too smoked off the crops
I give props for all the soldiers in the war
Yo,
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, I think of dead homies
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
Unconstipated mental
Always rains in the ghetto, it's pain in
remember), oh, when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin' brew, but now they drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to play
Shoot 'em
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
Ooh!
(In the name of Rame)
In the name of Raymond (yeah) He was a smooth talker Street balla'
(In the name of Rame) ooh ghetto soldier
I can't
can't concentrate
Droppin bombs in the ghetto
Like the game of Kuwait
Meditatin with my niggas
Cuz we just can't wait
36 months left till the year 2G
I
training
Running cars in breeze ways, all day standing
While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind
I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
from calamity
Haile Selassie hear me I've
Been seeking your face and daily I'm
Conquering Babylon Israeli style
Revolutionary soldier moving steady I
affection
(I got ta) Turn a heart in my direction
(I got ta) Grab the mic from the stage and
(I got ta) Drop more spice than a Cajun
(I got ta) Smoke MC's
the Diallo shootin'
Soldiers in waitin', marksmen recruitin'
Salutin', thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin', Air Force One we leavin'
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
When I look up to the heavens
Then I'm blinded by the stars
That's the power of God
Observing your beautiful creations
In admiration
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