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Master P |
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Ice Cream Man |
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Time For a 187 |
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-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up |
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-Nigga, its time to roll |
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-Pass me them nigga chasers |
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-Time to do a 187 |
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-Its time for a murder |
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-If you a G nigga, load your shit up |
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Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough |
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Bout to hit the window gats out the window |
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and goin crazy, niggas can't phase me |
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If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies |
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This your final call, I mean your final breath |
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And when I hit you with that tech I'm bout to put you to rest |
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I'm crazy, psycho and outie |
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Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy |
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Lay your ass face down on your stomach |
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You know you dead for fuckin with my money |
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P don't take no shit |
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Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7 |
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Tryin to get paid |
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And lose these hoes in the dope game |
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Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man |
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Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager |
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And haul you, and when you call back you dead bitch |
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You bust up my Chevy and missed now who you playin' with |
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Its time to face death |
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Last smoke, last dash you last jump |
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I'ma let you live, psyche |
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It's time for a 187 (drive slow, dim the lights) |
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I think I see the enemy (time to do this) |
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A 187 (drive slow) |
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I think I see the enemy (dim the lights) |
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A 187 (time to do this) |
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I think I see the enemy (roll down the window) |
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This will be your last drink, nigga (roll down yo window) |
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Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide |
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Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside |
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To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck |
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But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck |
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Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken |
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When we break you off that 44, face down cause it's danger |
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Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber |
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I mean we G's |
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Who you be, what set you with |
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Nigga do you know me |
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If you don't you dead |
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Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed |
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And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein |
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See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach |
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Eyes hella-red been up all night countin drug money |
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But ready to roll with my homies |
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And after the party, once again its on G |
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Chorus |
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I'm gone off that doja, I think I see dem' rollers |
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That ain't gon' stop me from takin your head off your shoulder |
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I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye |
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When you fuck with mine's you gotta die |
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And if your name get scratched off the wall bitch |
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There you go, just took a fall trick |
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When that No Limit tank start hittin' |
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Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance |
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You better run like "The Running Man" |
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but if you ain't Schwarzenegger, bitch this your last game |
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That beam at your forehead |
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I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared |
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And when I catch you, you murdered |
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Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle |
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Got cho' head weaving and wobbling |
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Crying, you scared to die you slobbin |
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You beggin for you life |
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I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright |
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Chorus |