Lyrics:
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J.]
told grabba stay wit me in case shit get lit
You know we make movies on dey strip
Betta move Bitch ain't talkin' Ludacris
I think I'm back indat mode,
Said my rules to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the fittest
[Master P talking]
Yeah Rich man that's cool but
the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration (Damn P)
I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see
(Fuck these niggas man, real talk)
I'm
in ya' car
Too many of you niggas pillow talk about P
Too many of you niggas can't fuck without a P
Puff without a P
Still can't make enough without
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you
you can bounce with me
No limit to my God like Master P
What audacity it's quite ludacris actually
To think you could trick your daddy
God the father
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That
me why he got mo money)
He make better music than you
(Tell me why all these bitches want this nigga)
Cause he fye, he make better music than you,
My wrist got VVS,
Yellow diamonds dancing down my chest
Your girlfriend is impressed by the way I talk
Yeah I make her wet
Got too many racks on me I
Marks Ready Set Let's Go
Wanna be the brother with the face they know
Gonna get my P's up
Bring all of my G's up
Watch em all Tik tok copy that Go
In
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
I roll with the winners
I pray to god
Pray to god cuz I was born sinner
Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December
Imma make it out for
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Rise and shine let's get this bread
So much paper cuts you'd think my bank account just bled
Gotta slice this dough and get some p's up head locked
Keep the p***** by my side and I stay low key
She was a devil in disguise and she preyed on me
Now she got all of my guys throwin shade on me
They don't
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
me make it home
cause i'm a nigga on the run
if you talk that shit
i'm going to have to get my damn gun
cause I can't take no chances
the respect i’m owed, thats ludacris
That shit been the story of my life so im used to it
Son em all no uterus kickin' knowledge i’m tutorin'
Runnin game lookin
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