Master P Lyrics
Master P Lyrics
"Throw Em Up Lyrics"
I'm Leaving Your World A Better Place To Live Lyrics
Oh I'm packin' all the loneliness I'm not leavin' any sad regrets I'll wash my mem'ries from hallways of your mind And the way you should remember me is like a page of history Cause I'm leaving your world a better place to live Walk through the roses in the garden before the morning sun is sh
Oh I'm packin' all the loneliness I'm not leavin' any sad regrets I'll wash my mem'ries from hallways of your mind And the way you should remember me is like a page of history Cause I'm leaving your world a better place to live Walk through the roses in the garden before the morning sun is sh
[Master P]
Chorus x4
Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and
the rollers
The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
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Process Of Suffocation Lyrics
[Music: Mameli, Uterwijk] [Lyrics: V. Drunen] Smoke`s penetrating the atmosphere It comes forth from heavy industry The layers of air sorrounding us, are venomed by large factory chimneys Environment pollution Damage unmesurable Nitrogen concentrations Drive away
elling grams, to motherfuckin quarters[Music: Mameli, Uterwijk] [Lyrics: V. Drunen] Smoke`s penetrating the atmosphere It comes forth from heavy industry The layers of air sorrounding us, are venomed by large factory chimneys Environment pollution Damage unmesurable Nitrogen concentrations Drive away
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it
Chorus x4
I'm a represent my hood till I die
And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in
HOW MANY LIES ? Lyrics
Once there were times, Once there were reasons filled with rhymes, Everything shared, everything told You keep me so warm, Protect me from all those mighty storms And dreams seem so old So look at us now, just look at us now, With our hands on our hearts And lines on our brow<
IcelandOnce there were times, Once there were reasons filled with rhymes, Everything shared, everything told You keep me so warm, Protect me from all those mighty storms And dreams seem so old So look at us now, just look at us now, With our hands on our hearts And lines on our brow<
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills
Chorus x4
[Kane & Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double up's to going double pla
Unforgiven Lyrics
you've given your life to decadent goals with a blessed look in your eyes repent at your mass for the night before when sex was the sinister prize beg get on your knees and pray all is well, all's okay cast the first stone with pride lusting the wh
timumyou've given your life to decadent goals with a blessed look in your eyes repent at your mass for the night before when sex was the sinister prize beg get on your knees and pray all is well, all's okay cast the first stone with pride lusting the wh
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers
[Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!
Chorus 4X