Lyrics:
or ain't living right
They on my ass like a center make them take a hike
All we wanted was an opportunity
Its MMG baby
The dream team
I made it
I need
Damn sho know how to please
Made B.R.A.H.feel wanted
She not even the police
But made me freeze
Thought she was snitching
The way the mouth
the penalty that you have to pay
You made the choice to go and be a freak
Even Akon been smacking that
Her plan was to get ran through
By a linebacker
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
Before A N*#ga Made It Rich
I Swear The P#$$y A1 (Uhh)
After You Left I Swear To Never Trust A Bitch
You Used To Be My Day One (Uhh)
Now Im By Myself
Mans On A Different Mission
I Want My P's Stacked Up To The Ceiling
I Care About No Religion
Now You Just Sit Back And Listen
My Mistakes Are Made By Me
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Ghetto Cowboy
You betta count your money (Repeat 8X)
[Krayzie Bone]
The name is Krazie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Fuck what it cost me
If I wanted I bought it
Bitch I'm Balling like Quannie
Bitch I'm Balling like Quannie
I say
Fuck what it cost me
If I wanted I
and ones night now you know what it is
Now Edo is talking his shit
I'm him in my chest and they say that it fits
I fucked on these hoes then I went made
time like Christmas, the gift is the present
R.I.P. Kareem, R.I.P. Lil Snupe
R.I.P. Great Grandma, R.I.P. Papa too
Two wanted to go to college, one
Chorus: X4
Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya
P, I wasn't made for this world
I'm in it
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd! (What up
If i go to jail
I'ma motherfucking bond out
All these p's got trees and its hot out
Keep the door locked
Ain't no getting in my stash house
Run off
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)
This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't
the charisma like somebody such as myself
P I M P
Make sure my presence is felt
All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch
Made a couple plays now a nigga
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
H.P. And Sunnydale, there's a playaz club everywhere you dwell
Lakeview, P.H. And Army Street, a different part of town
A different kind of freak, I
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
I made a case by even talking like I could have just been quiet
I can't lie Famo you bold you went on
P-Films said that you told, don't get mad, we
play you made and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough (yeah)
So, a nigga don't play by no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get
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