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Lyrics for Anything Goes by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me | | Track: | Anything Goes | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 201 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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