Master P

Master P - Dead Presidents songtekst

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that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
 well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
 Richmond  California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
 and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
 to tens  twenties  fifties  and hundreds to make our profits bro
 roll through the town talking shit  get your wig split
 especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
 I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
 Grant, Ben Franklins
 find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
 the ghetto's trying to kill me
 and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
 come take a ride in my 6-4
 I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row
 you got niggas packin heat
 and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
 and the game get thicker
 when you think its all good
 down bows another nigga
 to the grave 6 feet deep
 I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
 but I've seen alot of niggas die
 Richmond, California the town of the homicide
 got me caught up in a shuffle
 sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
 I'm too deep to quit
 cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits
 dead presidents
 still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
 dead presidents
 still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
 blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
 khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
 and on my stomach spells T-R-U
 that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
 that jumped out this game of crack
 to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
 and we aint takin no shorts
 independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
 gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
 distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
 but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
 mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
 you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
 I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
 I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
 and them blue signs is thicker
 cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker
 wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
 when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
 committin homicides and drive-bys
 livin with ?????
 but still slanging that fuckin pie
 and got more bitches than you
 so what the fuck you runnin on my set
 talking that hoe shit fool
 and No Limit only means the beginning
 cause when the other niggas is fading
 we just beginning
 got more juice than ojay
 got more four than fourplay
 got more game than M.J.
 and like Cube say today will be a good day
 25 G's for a key
 hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
 straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
 ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
 and we bout to chop the top off
 this motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
 oh, and them hoes is the side show
 and bustas gettin beat down
 niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
 and we sicker than sickery
 tricker than trickery
 catch you slippin bitch than you history
 cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
 I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
 and the game get deep
 how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
 you gotta watch your ass
 and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
 and watch close to your enemy
 cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
 and the game gets sad
 6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
 trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
 but don't tell a nigga where your stash
 you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game
 to all my niggas out their in the game
 ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
 stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can
 (chorus plays as P talks)
 yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich
 know what I'm sayin
 all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco
 and all them hustlas thats rollin with me
 the TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
 and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000
 got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit
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Auteur: Master P

Componist: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records


Uitgegeven in: 1995

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: 99 Ways to Die (1995)

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