(Verse 1)
I got so much trouble on my mind
You playa haters make a real nigga shine
As we pop collars
Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars
We don`t listen, hard-head-ass niggas
Heated with choppers
Can`t tell me shit, or to talk to
When I`m walkin with my niggas thru the crowd
Talkin hella loud
Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns
Didn`t search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1
You don`t wanna see us
Nigga you better roll with us
We`re ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us
We`re obitual criminals, take your punk-ass home
Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on
You can`t ride with us
You can`t slide with us
When you`re actin like a bitch
Terrified to bust
`415` with us, too scared to die with us
Red lights and street signs don`t apply to us
We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get
Put a .45 slug in the back of your shit
Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get
Cause niggas gotta have balls `n brains in this
Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss
I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships
Smash and dip
Peelin on ass and hips
Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits
We ain`t fake nigga
Surroundin myself with killers
Know the best gun dealers in town
Bring Impalas to the shoot out
Puttin muthafuccas to sleep
It`s deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat
You muthafuccas can`t see me when I fade to black
Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga
(Chorus) 1x
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
Is you ready to ride?
(Hook)
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
(Verse 2)
I`m right behind ya
I know you feel death in a room
Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon
I`m a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash
Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash
G`s don`t last, will I die from a violent death
Will I live til I`m 85 and die from sex
This muthafucca is walkin `round I wanna stop him from breathin
As I dials his number he won`t make it thru the weekend
I came thru the door
I said it before
Put one in his dome
He was dead before he hit the floor
Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard
Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball
Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from
Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets
Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga
(Chorus) 2x
Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
Is you ready to ride?
