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Master P - So Many Souls Deceased lyrics
Featuring The Comnision] OK you wanna go to war with me I take you to war I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck. Chorus (2x): I done seen so many souls deceased That's why I ride with alot of killers with me Master P: The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g Cause this game is so real And niggaz hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed ?????? Chorus (4x) The Commision #1: Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be Ph'n Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump Chorus (4x) The Commision #2: The shit about to slow we living Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz Living this triple beam dream Godfather bless a nigga with weight Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit The other level living like better shit They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position The Commision #3: I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my Hilfigger I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it Chorus (2x |
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