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Send* corrections to the typist [Verse ]:I got so much trouble on my mind You playa haters make a real n anusshine As we pop collars Pimp slaps I, mash for dollars We don't listen hard-head-a, n** s****Heated with choppers Can't tell me s titor, to talk to When I'm walkin with my n s****thru the crowd Talkin hella loud Off that coke and rum they, let us in with our guns Didn't search us at all the, made n anusSpice 1 You don't wanna see us N anusyou better roll with us We're ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us We're obitual criminals take, your punk-a home** Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on You can't ride with us You can't slide with us When you're actin like a b h***Terrified to bust '415' with us too, scared to die with us Red lights and street signs don't apply to us We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get Put A 45. slug in the back of your s titNow how, muthafuccin gangsta can you get Cause n s****gotta have balls 'n brains in this Game in this b h***n s****aim to miss I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships Smash and dip Peelin on a and** hips Do a show b, s*****in the crowd flash they t We*** ain't fake n anusSurroundin myself with killers Know the best gun dealers in town Bring Impalas to the shoot out Puttin muthafuccas to sleep It's deep I, still keep A 44. under the seat You muthafuccas can't see me when I fade to black Paranoid tryna, find where the f k**out where you at n anus[Chorus ]:1x Pimpin is p y-Poetry***Pistols Power, and Paper Murderers Money, Mayheim, Million of skyscrapers Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes Can? you tell a real n anusfrom a b h***in disguise Is? you ready to ride Is? you scared to die Is? you scared to die Is? you ready to ride [Hook? ]:Pimpin is p y-Poetry***Pistols Power, and Paper Murderers Money, Mayheim, Million of skyscrapers [Verse 2 ]:I'm right behind ya I know you feel death in a room Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon I'm a blood thursty money hungry n anusfor cash Ridin on enemies smokin, weed and hash G's don't last will, I die from a violent death Will I live til I'm 85 and die from s This** muthafucca is walkin 'round I wanna stop him from breathin As I dials his number he won't make it thru the weekend I came thru the door I said it before Put one in his dome He was dead before he hit the floor Cause a Thug Lord n anusis always hard Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball Never slide before a b h***n anusis hidin from Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers n anus[Chorus ]:2x Pimpin is p y-Poetry***Pistols Power, and Paper Murderers Money, Mayheim, Million of skyscrapers Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes Can? you tell a real n anusfrom a b h***in disguise Is? you ready to ride Is? you scared to die Is? you scared to die Is? you ready to ride
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