Master P

Master P - Anything Goes lyrics

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this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
 taken out the game
 And to my brother Kevin Miller  rest in peace fool

 Verse 1

 Growing up in the Calliope  New Orleans to be exact g
 I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
 I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g
 My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy
 19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
 I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy
 learned to slang drugs
 A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood
 This fast cash got the P living no good
 I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back
 Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a fucking sack
 I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though
 He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
 Now I gotta stand on my own 2
 I came in this world by myself
 that's the way I'm gone die fool
 One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
 I moved to Richmond California just to fucking get away
 Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans
 He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines
 And everything was cool for a fucking while g
 Til I went to this club and this fool tried me
 We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds
 Til these suckers walked up and said jack
 these niggas from the country
 We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move
 Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool
 King G hit this boy with a upper cut
 30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck

 (Chorus)

 Anything goes
 Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes

 Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
 Ready to put some fools on they back

 1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
 but why you have to mess with P

 Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
 Ready to put some fools on they biggety back

 Verse 2

 Released from the county on a PO
 The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
 Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
 Two days later I'm back rolling motherfucking black
 Lexus coup with a droptop Benz
 And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
 I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though
 Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro
 They say my little brother died back in New Orleans
 Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
 But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry
 In Richmond one day the P is gonna die
 And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though
 Like the movie on the motherfucking Untouchables
 So when I go out, I know I'm fucking living wrong
 They betta take me out like fucking Al Capone
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Koch Entertainment LLC, One Up Entertainment LLC

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

Appearing on: Good Side, Bad Side (2004)

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