it from the other side the grass is in a way as green, and the house is burned to ashes, I'm no longer in between, R.I.P, R.I.P, you, and me. I can
wash it all down Yummy carob cookies are an organic treat And H.E.L.P. has got the best food in town H.-E.-L.-P. H.E.L.P. your education creates much
For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
(feat. Afficial) (Intro) I'm a criminal, he's a criminal She's a criminal, we some criminals Wouldn't you like to be a criminal too And we thuggin' (
other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches It's all about my bitches [Chorus 3
(feat. Slay Sean, Black Felon, and Traci) [Slay Sean] How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades down, you know Slay and Black paid now Niggas
they mama sayin, "That's that cracker" Got damn right that's me rollin with Slim and C Represent the BRC, the Magnolia and the C-P-3 I wish one of you
(*gun shots & ambulance*) [Chorus - 4x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder]
Limit, you don't wanna go to war with me I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me From Japan to the motherfucking CP3 Like a man I'll have
Break you off proper, get you asleep You said you never had sex on sanded sheets Never had rough sex till you met me Want a thug want a rough neck sex with P
repeat chorus and hook [C-Murder] You see them plaques on the wall, we ball, we did that The most stuck up, chicks you met, we hit that C-P-3.Com,
ya dig) but we won't fall (ya dig) 2001 (ya dig) 2002 (ya dig) 2003 (ya heard) we play for keeps (that's real) It's C-P-3 (ya dig) to the dot com (ya
comin' home I can't live like this I gotta get from back here I can't get a good lawyer I can't eat right, it's R.I.P. either way Rest In Peace or Rest
block posted up, with them things loaded up And if them people pull up and tell my boys to freeze Buckle up, knuckle up screamin' C-P-3 Gangsta, gangsta
somethin', see me thuggin in that 225 [chorus] 8x Back 'em up, Get Crunk Back 'em up, Get Buck [Master P] Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler CP3
We never change Never complain about our fortune or our fame Our Rolex's and range To our homies up in the game Put our hood on the mizzap The world know C-P-3
Your two faced game is all that you've got We see right through Try to act all tough, pick ypur spots The joke's on you For all you rockstars who try
tell shit 'bout the next man But he ain't got nothing on me Cause after a pill and half and a shot of Patrone, I'm a Pussy M.V.P.
