Lyrics:
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
mother
So ride the town with me
We got Oz
We got halfs
We got P's
Smoke this pressure while you slide with a G
Never on me cause its always on me
Ride
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb
Ay
Do the TC Bop
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
Man, they know who I'm is in the spot, say that then
Man, never say it is when it's not, say that then
Young boy smokin' P's in the drop (say that
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Verse 1 (Master P)
I sell stones
to the C-H
clright
P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him
couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P
a ride with me)
lets go(he aint a baller like me)
let him go(uh skillz)
(shotcalla like me, he aint rollin like a G, imma P.I.M.P, baby)
im not a playa i
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
the cake need the guap by the g’s
Gimme face make her drop to her knees
Think you fake yeah you not what you seem
No escaping the don you can’t flee
They
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
and charm, remain calm with chron's of Lebanon
Black man author, green Leprechaun from Lexington
P. Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun
Smack the taste outta
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Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise
[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
shine Bright
Cause all they bleed is greed
And get blinded by Lime Li[G]ht
The more money we come up on
The more problems we See
That's when the Hate
Gets
beast, worldwide in the streets
Bow down in the presence of the d-o-double-g
Bow down in the presence of the P-K-Z
Bow down to the west, bow down
J-A-M-A-L-C-O-O-P-E-R-O-T-T-I-S-G-A-I-N-E-R
Yeah, we gonna make it to the top
J-A-M-A-L-C-O-O-P-E-R-O-T-T-I-S-G-A-I-N-E-R
We gonna make it to the top
G stays by my side
she’s always down to ride
and you’ll never need another man to hold you
na na
coz you never turned your back on me
and i when i
Beat the case I lied on a polygram
These O.G's talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your Myspace page
I'm your top eight nigga
Drop
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