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Prime Suspects - All 4 One lyrics
f/ Master P [Master P] That's how motherfuckin killers do it. (Killers do it.) Prime Suspect (No Limit Soldier), Master P. And fuck the money, fuck the world. [Master P] See when i be sressing , mothefucker im trying to get it (trying to get it) pass me the motherfucking catchers mitt, I aint no bullshittin Do we got beef on the streets, nigga pass me the heat It's time to pop some motherfucking necks and put these punks to sleep I aint playing with you bitch, Im just chasing million dollar dreams Now the fedz trying to get me cooking keys up in the kitchen Just a young nigga trying to make it out the bricks I got medicine for the pigs, I mean 20 fuckin dollar hits And when the game get me stressed out fuck it im ready to ride Call up Prime Suspect cause somebody bout to die And jump in the motherfucking car and pass the heat (pass the heat) Everybody gone nigga, fuck the police See niggas do any motherfucking thing when they broke But I dont fuck with punk nigga and I dont smoke no dope See I'm a killer by heart, a G by nature Fuck these bitches cause they'll love ya, but most of these hoes they hate ya [Master P] Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all [Glock] I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptown Aint no limit to the danger that be lurking around But we ride in that night, but we might not make it back Gunning from the killer corn, got the straps on the lap Where the hustle, P and PS, got the muscle Fuck the stuggle, couldnt get lost in the scuffle Street walls forced apon ghetto children Putting any section to sleep when a nigga got the heat [Master P] Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all [Uzi] Now why these people try to strike me out Motherfuck you if you dont like what my click about Fuck what you saying, see I'm down to do whatever Bout it bout it, did you heard I'm bout my cheddar Calliope now have your backup plan nigga now Is you bout that drama, world that is stressed to hard, is a soldier thang If a hustlers time to make bout to make it, take it out of loose change And don't play me close fuck with mine and loose your brains Hit you with them thangs [New Nine] P, now baby you know I'm in a rush to ball So I got this nigga jacked in the back of the U-Haul Fall, we cant do that not with all these fucking gats, rat to the tat tat TRU niggas jacking and stay strapped when they pockets flat Rats take a dive, i told you these niggaz live glock P, Uzi and Millimeter go back like fucking Levi's Been jacking, stying, cracking and capping ,whats happening Now we still bout that dumb shit quicker than the change, because we rapping [Master P] Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all |
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