Lyrics:
two gats
Yo it's the P realistically speakin'
Get left leakin'
Reality bites back, I strike back, we even
You still breathin' make sure
His heart stop
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
let me do it, go head)
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Fucker! (What?)
[Chorus: x2]
(Yo it's the) G.O.D.,
me nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit
for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz
Rule 1
Never make a jealous bitch your wife
Rule 2
Small crew keep your circle tight
Rule 3
Keep it G, gotta earn your stripes
It's E.P. he fuck with
nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba
the mix
Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give
[T.I.P.]
Yo Beanie Sigel
T.I.P. King of the South
P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision
What we got for 'em
Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin
[T.I.P.]
Yo Beanie Sigel
T.I.P. King of the South (?)
P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision
What we got for 'em (?)
[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any
She wanna do me
Said i be posted with rico and j, so she comin wit groupies
Call up the plug, need a pack for the low, so i went and copped 2 P's
[ Play ]
It's the P-l-a-why, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
crib
Chat about me I don't chat about you
Walk on ones never wid crews
Fuckboys owe me p
When man gets seen
Trust me
You'll be paying dem dues
Chat
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
the crew
My circle dun turned to a dot
And I really don't trust a lot
Niggaz'll kill you
Quicker than one of these crackas
BLM or not
Two and a half square
baby
Cuz we live
I'm the guy teach you how to split a pie with a rhyme
I get my family to mobilize off a rhyme
I can nize any political ties
Gimme time
juice myself
As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and 'em
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls
'Cause they thinking about sampling 'em
P
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
and faeter by Saskia
On the computer
The musical Looter
Zeb on the mike
I'm the underground booster
(QF Da Funkee P:)
Yeah QF Da Funkee P is in da house,
you
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