[Mo B. Dick]This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac’s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the backThis is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macksWith the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac’sWith the tens and twelves bumpin in the backThis is for the
-Check this out uhhhh-I mean-you ever had one of them gangsta relationships-I mean like, nobody don’t have to gisnote [Chorus] I can
[Master P] (Only time will tell niggawhen we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) When i die nigga don’t wanna go to hell thoughI been out here hustling trying to get doughGot da game in my vein won’t changelittle homies on the street know my nameits the M-A-S to tha R-PA young nigga tryin
Chorus: [Master P] I’m going through some thangsThese bitch ass niggas got me goin’ through some thangs.I’m going through some thangsI’m going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin’ through some thangs. Verse 2: [Master P]I close my eyes, I can’t sleep, I visualize deathI seen my little homie get smoked like
Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P I’magine substitutin crack for musicI mean dope tapesThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like this Masta PGhetto Dope No Limit Records(Ma ma
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