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Tytuł: Anything goes

  • Wykonawca: Master P
  • Wy¶wietleń: 183

  
   Oh yeah
  this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
  taken out the game
  And to my brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace fool
  
  Verse 1
  
  Growing up in the Calliope, New Orleans to be exact g
  I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
  I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g
  My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy
  19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
  I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy
  learned to slang drugs
  A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood
  This fast cash got the P living no good
  I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back
  Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a fucking sack
  I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though
  He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
  Now I gotta stand on my own 2
  I came in this world by myself
  that's the way I'm gone die fool
  One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
  I moved to Richmond California just to fucking get away
  Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans
  He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines
  And everything was cool for a fucking while g
  Til I went to this club and this fool tried me
  We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds
  Til these suckers walked up and said jack
  these niggas from the country
  We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move
  Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool
  King G hit this boy with a upper cut
  30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck
  
  (Chorus)
  
  Anything goes
  Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes
  
  Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
  Ready to put some fools on they back
  
  1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
  but why you have to mess with P
  
  Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
  Ready to put some fools on they biggety back
  
  Verse 2
  
  Released from the county on a PO
  The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
  Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
  Two days later I'm back rolling motherfucking black
  Lexus coup with a droptop Benz
  And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
  I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though
  Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro
  They say my little brother died back in New Orleans
  Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
  But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry
  In Richmond one day the P is gonna die
  And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though
  Like the movie on the motherfucking Untouchables
  So when I go out, I know I'm fucking living wrong
  They betta take me out like fucking Al Capone