Текст песни Master P f JT Tha Bigga Figga, San Quinn - The Ghetto`s Trying to Kill Me
Master P f JT Tha Bigga Figga, San Quinn - The Ghetto`s Trying to Kill Me слова песни
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP manHey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoeMan that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving usMan it was large as shitVerse 1 (JT the Bigga Figga)Check the sickness, forget this game that you missingSo I understand you had a plan to rip up potentialPlayers in the game without no shame to fault meRealize that they surprised that you tried to salt meI backed up off ya, I seen ya comingDoing a 100 or more running, so now I`m gunningIf you try to play them players nigga than you getting playedKeeping my game tight so short like a razor bladeAfraid of who is what you ask meJust because you got your mac10 ready to blast meAnd pass me up as if you didn`t knowRepresenting getting low, P nigga hit the floorVerse 2 (Master P)Sideways through the cut with the gold one`s spinningSuckers jealous cause they know the P is deep up in itOn my way to Filmore to see JTWe ain`t set tripping its all about some dope beatsBut you got to watch your back for them perpetratorsImitators man I mean player hatersYou know the type, that`s quick to fucking give you dapAnd all the while, they ready to fucking peel your capAnd if ya don`t understand don`t test meCause the P ain`t living fucking nappyI`ll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesiteAnd make love to your bitch almost every nightCaught you slipping and you died like a perpetratorOn your tombstone should read player hater(Chorus)I ain`t saying no namesIts alot of player haters ain`t true to the gameVerse 3 (Master P)Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laughSame fool in the hood with a ski maskDon`t move don`t budge don`t even flinchCaught you slipping so they going for your dividendsI should put you on your back once they get your scrapsCause they know a nigga like you is living fatAnd as you stroll in the 4, cause life is coldBut don`t trip cause that`s just a bad episodeThat life in the ghetto ain`t no jokeAt sometime you die in this game for selling dopeBut if you don`t sell dope, than you gotta kick itAnd them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick itVerse 4 (San Quinn)Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to thisJust a young baby boy coming with the flyest shitGet you higher than that chronic can bring yaLets hit that niggas fieldComing from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steelMy ?? of real is a step away from nothing happenedPick up the mic and get to rappingStepping like the?? making all these hoes something viciousNot even these playa haters can identify my sicknessYou taking winners to ?? while I caught myselfHit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealthFrom the ?? hardest city by the BayBusting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a paydayHad his rest to make wayBefore I break him down with the og russian cickleWhen the shit don`t tickleMy show won`t pickle and I ain`t no busterYou player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustlerAnd its like that for the 94 nigga(Repeat 3x)And its like that and its like thatAnd you player hating niggas don`t like that