Lyrics:
Christ my nigga
But I ain't mad at 'em, they hurtin and I'm alright my nigga
[Master P]
See "I'm a Hustla" homey and you a customer homey
I ain't Cassidy
Talk about Power, R.I.P. Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon' have a few issues
When Tariq finally
been on the f*ing radio like Elton John yeah
Yeah she be the devil, i be triple 9 r.i.p
Never go and seek for me like i've been hiding
Baby all the time
[Master P]
Come 1 come all, true niggas ball (I told ya),
I know there's niggas out there wait'n fo' the fall
[Chorus: x2]
After Dollars, No
doggie-earring Harry P
When I pull up in the parking lot, they scared of me
Swinging and banging my whip is like my therapy
These donuts are a wedding ring,
on a [redacted] nigga, courtesy of
My nigga swangin' on the curb like he don't give a fuck
I can't live like a P, but I won't be no simp
I think a Black woman is
to share my perffect world
gotta find them on the block searching for that good ma
take to her to the club with me and v.i.p. we poppin by
shoe fan lets know
grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.
[Chorus]
più quotato del posto fisso (oh)
Machete leggendaria (yeah)
Se esce un disco trovi sopra tutta Italia, fra'
Big bang nella mano, R.I.P rec se
to say what that P meant
"I put on" like Kan' said on that Jeezy
Come to where I live
The kids say I'm like He-Man
Doing everything that you say I can't
of them artists that's
On that P diddy show
I can hit you wit' the scope
Or hit you wit' some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back
Soon as you want war
the shackle and chain
Me, my evil twin, we one and the same
Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane
R.I.P. Smoke, it's a shame, I'm bumpin' 'em
Dick:
Uncore, hardcore bold and proud
D.J. spin the record, spin the record out loud!
H.P.:
Skibadee, skibadanger I am the rearranger
Hit them
binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh p-uh-please
One for the life, and two for death
Three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell
of the back beat
Well, I lost my head started to shout
In my p.j I was turnin' it out
And no one stopped to stare
Cause it doesn't even matter what clothes
eva see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trapper John, 'cause I MD
And I do surgery on the nigga for free
When it come to that Tae Bo
We
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
head up high, Blowin kisses to the sky
R.I.P. Grandma Bell, love you grandma ain't forgot
Nigga now the world's gon see, how it's supposed to go
If ten
at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore
I've driven the big rigs for all
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' an' spendin'
Got bitches trickin', tryin' to get with me
Got police, flock niggaz tryin' to cop from me
How many pounds you
Cash, Floz
Vi tjener pesos
(Pesos)
Får aldri nok av nok
Får aldri nok av nok
(Paw, paw, paw)
Du og i e som H I V
(Controversial)
Kan'ke dræpes, evig V I P
but I was goin for my doctorate
or my Ph.D in P-A-I-D, see
I got into the business to get paid not sprayed
with BS which is an acronym for a much larger
back in London
Thug receive hugs from shows at Ameraconda Gardens
V.I.P. suite partyin', I pass a blunt to Timbaland
Introduced to Missy Ellion, top
on the radio
I was the guy who told Solja that you got to let KD go
Now, KD's gone (R.I.P)
Ay yo I feel that shit for his Nan and his Mum
My man wanted to be
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