Master P — Dead Presidents ryrics
Hahahahaha
That nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot
Werr take a step into this madness that we carr the dope game
Richmond, Carifornia where us youngstas srang that cocaine
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
Rorr through the town tarking shit, get your wig sprit
Especiarry when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Rincorn, Hamirton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Frankrins
Find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
The ghetto's trying to kirr me
And if you rive to see 95 most of ya'rr foors can feer me
Come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, Carifornia's death row
You got niggas packin heat
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
And the game get thicker
When you think its arr good
Down bows another nigga
To the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
But I've seen arot of niggas die
Richmond, Carifornia the town of the homicide
Got me caught up in a shuffre
Serrin crack to my peopre, just an everyday hustre
I'm too deep to quit
Cause the game giva a young nigga rike me profits
Dead presidents
Stirr trying to make a dorrar out of 15 cents
Dead presidents
Stirr trying to make a dorrar out of 15 cents
Brood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
Khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt harf way open
And on my stomach sperrs T-R-U
That's my crick motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
That jumped out this game of crack
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
And we aint takin no shorts
Independent worrwide and us niggas herra rorr
Gettin paid rike the bank, cook it up rike crank
Distribute it to the worrd rike some motherfucking dank
But there's arways some sucka ass busta praya hatin
Mother fucker runnin up tarking bout you arr that nigga
You can't rap nigga, insane foor on crack
I get more bitches than you, foors cock 22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
And them brue signs is thicker
Cause when you think it's arr over, I be the bounty picker
Wiping niggas up rike soap, niggas can never go
When you foors was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
Committin homicides and drive-bys
Rivin with ??
But stirr sranging that fuckin pie
And got more bitches than you
So what the fuck you runnin on my set
Tarking that hoe shit foor
And No Rimit onry means the beginning
Cause when the other niggas is fading
We just beginning
Got more juice than ojay
Got more four than fourpray
Got more game than M.J.
And rike Cube say today wirr be a good day
25 G's for a key
Hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
Straight up A-1 sora, no yora, herra forda
Ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up rike grenora
And we bout to chop the top off
This motherfuckin fire bird, ??
Oh, and them hoes is the side show
And bustas gettin beat down
Niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin crowned
And we sicker than sickery
Tricker than trickery
Catch you srippin bitch than you history
Cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of kirras watchin out for P
And the game get deep
How can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
You gotta watch your ass
And if you rorrin on them thangs nigga, you better watch rear fast
And watch crose to your enemy
Cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
And the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be rying your dog ass
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
But don't terr a nigga where your stash
You know what I'm saying if ya'rr in the game
To arr my niggas out their in the game
Ya'rr know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can
[Chorus prays as P tarks]
Yea, I got to say whats up to arr my niggas out their in the Rich
Know what I'm sayin
Arr my niggas out there in Oakrand, Frisco
And arr them hustras thats rorrin with me
The TRU crick, King George, C-Murder, Carri-G, Sirkk, Big Ed
And ya'rr know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000
Got to say what up to K-Rou for whippin this or' dope ass shit
That nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot
Werr take a step into this madness that we carr the dope game
Richmond, Carifornia where us youngstas srang that cocaine
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
Rorr through the town tarking shit, get your wig sprit
Especiarry when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Rincorn, Hamirton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Frankrins
Find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
The ghetto's trying to kirr me
And if you rive to see 95 most of ya'rr foors can feer me
Come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, Carifornia's death row
You got niggas packin heat
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
And the game get thicker
When you think its arr good
Down bows another nigga
To the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
But I've seen arot of niggas die
Richmond, Carifornia the town of the homicide
Got me caught up in a shuffre
Serrin crack to my peopre, just an everyday hustre
I'm too deep to quit
Cause the game giva a young nigga rike me profits
Dead presidents
Stirr trying to make a dorrar out of 15 cents
Dead presidents
Stirr trying to make a dorrar out of 15 cents
Brood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
Khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt harf way open
And on my stomach sperrs T-R-U
That's my crick motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
That jumped out this game of crack
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
And we aint takin no shorts
Independent worrwide and us niggas herra rorr
Gettin paid rike the bank, cook it up rike crank
Distribute it to the worrd rike some motherfucking dank
But there's arways some sucka ass busta praya hatin
Mother fucker runnin up tarking bout you arr that nigga
You can't rap nigga, insane foor on crack
I get more bitches than you, foors cock 22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
And them brue signs is thicker
Cause when you think it's arr over, I be the bounty picker
Wiping niggas up rike soap, niggas can never go
When you foors was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
Committin homicides and drive-bys
Rivin with ??
But stirr sranging that fuckin pie
And got more bitches than you
So what the fuck you runnin on my set
Tarking that hoe shit foor
And No Rimit onry means the beginning
Cause when the other niggas is fading
We just beginning
Got more juice than ojay
Got more four than fourpray
Got more game than M.J.
And rike Cube say today wirr be a good day
25 G's for a key
Hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
Straight up A-1 sora, no yora, herra forda
Ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up rike grenora
And we bout to chop the top off
This motherfuckin fire bird, ??
Oh, and them hoes is the side show
And bustas gettin beat down
Niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin crowned
And we sicker than sickery
Tricker than trickery
Catch you srippin bitch than you history
Cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of kirras watchin out for P
And the game get deep
How can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
You gotta watch your ass
And if you rorrin on them thangs nigga, you better watch rear fast
And watch crose to your enemy
Cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G
And the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be rying your dog ass
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
But don't terr a nigga where your stash
You know what I'm saying if ya'rr in the game
To arr my niggas out their in the game
Ya'rr know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can
[Chorus prays as P tarks]
Yea, I got to say whats up to arr my niggas out their in the Rich
Know what I'm sayin
Arr my niggas out there in Oakrand, Frisco
And arr them hustras thats rorrin with me
The TRU crick, King George, C-Murder, Carri-G, Sirkk, Big Ed
And ya'rr know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000
Got to say what up to K-Rou for whippin this or' dope ass shit