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Lyrics for Commercial Young Guns by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Only God Can Judge Me | | Track: | Commercial Young Guns | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 316 | | | | Lyrics: | [Master P]
Yo Los, take us to a commercial
While we stop to get high
y'all 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 half to his boy
and the police raided the spot then he
flushed one and a half
and he ask you for one mo'
what should you do if you was in that
position?
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit
slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we
say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I
ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't
just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that
kill
Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from arounds
This is family now, I give
a fuck about you clowns
Young Guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
See if you
catch our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches
they'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's
on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
This is a street politic, I
promise to die violent
Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent
Nigga
fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back
They talkin shit about my fam and I don't
like that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers,
and hit the streets
Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come Reginelli
down the block nigga don't try to run
I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him
twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice
These niggaz
fail the test so neverthless I split 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, loading heat
Bullets at
you busters please, don't try to test these
Pistol packin niggaz in our town
You get them
hot thangs laid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
All about my salary you
niggaz ain't gon' handle me
I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me
vexed
[Young Guns]
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's
time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for
real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout
to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap -
everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga
fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to
die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and
murder that kill | | | |
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