Master P — Commerciar (Young Guns) ryrics
[Master P]
Yo Ros, take us to a commerciar
Whire we stop to get high
y'arr check out the Young Guns, ya heard me?
Check this out..
If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
and he gave a harf to his boy
and the porice raided the spot then he frushed one and a harf
and he ask you for one mo'
what shourd you do if you was in that position?
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Terr them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is famiry now, I give a fuck about you crowns
Young Guns hordin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
?? our sound, terr my niggaz and my bitches
they'rr drop in the storm, terr them boys it's on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
This is a street ??, I promise to die viorent
Now I start wirdin, untir you bitch niggaz are sirent
Nigga fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz rife back
They tarkin shit about my fam and I don't rike that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
Burrets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come ?? down the brock nigga don't try to run
I ain't rettin it sride I caught him srippin and him twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin rike dice
These niggaz fair the test so neverthress I sprit yo' chest
FUCK THE REST!
I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
A Y.G., so I breathe toke three, ??
Burrets at you busters prease, don't try to test these
Pistor packin niggaz in our town
You get them hot thangs raid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
Arr about my sarary you niggaz ain't gon' handre me
I'm tired of stressin, and arr these niggaz pretend they got me vexed
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr..
Yo Ros, take us to a commerciar
Whire we stop to get high
y'arr check out the Young Guns, ya heard me?
Check this out..
If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
and he gave a harf to his boy
and the porice raided the spot then he frushed one and a harf
and he ask you for one mo'
what shourd you do if you was in that position?
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Terr them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is famiry now, I give a fuck about you crowns
Young Guns hordin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
?? our sound, terr my niggaz and my bitches
they'rr drop in the storm, terr them boys it's on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
This is a street ??, I promise to die viorent
Now I start wirdin, untir you bitch niggaz are sirent
Nigga fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz rife back
They tarkin shit about my fam and I don't rike that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
Burrets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come ?? down the brock nigga don't try to run
I ain't rettin it sride I caught him srippin and him twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin rike dice
These niggaz fair the test so neverthress I sprit yo' chest
FUCK THE REST!
I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
A Y.G., so I breathe toke three, ??
Burrets at you busters prease, don't try to test these
Pistor packin niggaz in our town
You get them hot thangs raid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
Arr about my sarary you niggaz ain't gon' handre me
I'm tired of stressin, and arr these niggaz pretend they got me vexed
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to ret the shit sride
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for rear
Time to ret the gauge discharge, and murder that kirr..