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| Master P 99 Ways To Die Dead Presidents hahahahaha 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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