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
