Lyrics:
commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what?
One less bitch you gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out
Yo, there was
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
what I’m saying you got three I’s in life
And that’s where the third I comes from
Y three U’s and R P
Yuuurp Liiife
They gone hate me cuz I live by
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's going on
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell me
P Diddy:
People dying, people crying, Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother, there's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
I want you to leave (leave),
I want you to go (go),
But you keep telling me the streets are all you know (know),
I just want a better life,
but you
teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
And by and by
You
You are watching a master at work
Yeah
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's a masterpiece (yeah yeah)
Feel like life is a movie
(me) M to the P O/
R T hyphen P these lames gotta G O/
OG in this bitch receipts ask my P.O./
Fly alpha male shit abiding by the G Code/
I smell and look
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
back
Left it all in the ring, some never came back
Here's an R-I-P, let me paraphrase that
Let me throw something down for Eddie
Let me pick something up
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
love and faith for me
In a coma are you waiting patiently
If i gave you some p's and left for a week
When I'm back would that still be there for me
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
She never left, she cutted out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's
uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I
there ain't nothing sexy about cheap tortillas
P double O. R.
I don't drive a dope car
P double O. R.
Rich? From it, I'm far
P double O. R.
I don't drive
What you know about that smack to the head huh
Uce, this is that P.I Anthem
Who told you bout that little fight on the weekend
Dokz, cause of that
was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, he cut out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such
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