Текст песни Prime Suspects f Master P - All 4 One
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[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 bullshittinDo we got beef on the streets, nigga pass me the heatIt`s time to pop some motherfucking necks and put these punks to sleepI aint playing with you bitch, Im just chasing million dollar dreamsNow the fedz trying to get me cooking keys up in the kitchenJust a young nigga trying to make it out the bricksI got medicine for the pigs, I mean 20 fuckin dollar hitsAnd when the game get me stressed out fuck it im ready to rideCall up Prime Suspect cause somebody bout to dieAnd jump in the motherfucking car and pass the heat (pass the heat)Everybody gone nigga, fuck the policeSee niggas do any motherfucking thing when they brokeBut I dont fuck with punk nigga and I dont smoke no dopeSee I`m a killer by heart, a G by natureFuck 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 fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for allFuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for all[Glock]I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptownAint no limit to the danger that be lurking aroundBut we ride in that night, but we might not make it backGunning from the killer corn, got the straps on the lapWhere the hustle, P and PS, got the muscleFuck the stuggle, couldnt get lost in the scuffleStreet walls forced apon ghetto childrenPutting any section to sleep when a nigga got the heat[Master P]Fuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for allFuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for all[Uzi]Now why these people try to strike me outMotherfuck you if you dont like what my click aboutFuck what you saying, see I`m down to do whateverBout it bout it, did you heard I`m bout my cheddarCalliope now have your backup plan nigga nowIs you bout that drama, world that is stressed to hard, is a soldier thangIf a hustlers time to make bout to make it, take it out of loose changeAnd don`t play me close fuck with mine and loose your brainsHit you with them thangs[New Nine]P, now baby you know I`m in a rush to ballSo I got this nigga jacked in the back of the U-HaulFall, we cant do that not with all these fucking gats, rat to the tat tatTRU niggas jacking and stay strapped when they pockets flatRats take a dive, i told you these niggaz live glockP, Uzi and Millimeter go back like fucking Levi`sBeen jacking, stying, cracking and capping ,whats happeningNow we still bout that dumb shit quicker than the change, because we rapping[Master P]Fuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for allFuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for allFuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for allFuck the world we gon ball til we fallSoldiers, all for nigga, one for all