Master P - Dead Presidents Lyrics
HahahahahaThat nigga master p back in the house for the 9-5 shotWell take a step into this madness that we call the dope gameRichmond, california where us youngstas slang that cocaineAnd we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it upTo tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits broRoll through the town talking shit, get your wig splitEspecially when *****ing with another niggas divendendsI mean them george washington, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson,Grant, ben franklinsFind your ass in the trunk with your mother***** corpse stankin, hahaThe ghettos trying to kill meAnd if you live to see 95 most of yall fools can feel meCome take a ride in my 6-4Im not dr. dre but richmond, californias death rowYou got niggas packin heatAnd fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meetAnd the game get thickerWhen you think its all goodDown bows another niggaTo the grave 6 feet deepIve never seen a man cry but Im not scarface gBut Ive seen alot of niggas dieRichmond, california the town of the homicideGot me caught up in a shuffleSellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustleIm too deep to quitCause the game giva a young nigga like me profitsDead presidentsStill trying to make a dollar out of 15 centsDead presidentsStill trying to make a dollar out of 15 centsBlood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toastedKhakis wear up creased mother*****in shirt half way openAnd on my stomach spells t-r-uThats my click mother*****er, in other words thats my crewThat jumped out this game of crackTo get into this game of rap, to put us on the mapAnd we aint takin no shortsIndependent worlwide and us niggas hella rollGettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crankDistribute it to the world like some mother*****ing dankBut theres always some sucka ass busta playa hatinMother *****er runnin up talking bout you all that niggaYou cant rap nigga, insane fool on crackI get more *****es than you, fools ***** 22I ***** a-ks make niggas run for they dueceAnd them blue signs is thickerCause when you think its all over, I be the bounty pickerWiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never goWhen you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death rowCommittin homicides and drive-bysLivin with ? ? ? ? ?But still slanging that *****in pieAnd got more *****es than youSo what the ***** you runnin on my setTalking that hoe shit foolAnd no limit only means the beginningCause when the other niggas is fadingWe just beginningGot more juice than ojayGot more four than fourplayGot more game than m.j.And like cube say today will be a good day25 gs for a keyHook it up and meet king george, 23rd streetStraight up a-1 sola, no yola, hella foldaAint no mother*****in soda, cook it up like grenolaAnd we bout to chop the top offThis mother*****in fire bird, ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Oh, and them hoes is the side showAnd bustas gettin beat downNiggas aint from the town, hoes gettin clownedAnd we sicker than sickeryTricker than trickeryCatch you slippin ***** than you historyCuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with meI got a bunch of killas watchin out for pAnd the game get deepHow can you stop when these niggas out to get your greenYou gotta watch your assAnd if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fastAnd watch close to your enemyCause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you gAnd the game gets sad6 feet deep might be lying your dog assTrying to get that cash, trying to move fastBut dont tell a nigga where your stashYou know what Im saying if yall in the gameTo all my niggas out their in the gameYall know how it go, watch your mother*****ing assStack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can(chorus plays as p talks)Yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the richKnow what Im sayinAll my niggas out there in oakland, friscoAnd all them hustlas thats rollin with meThe tru click, king george, c-murder, calli-g, silkk, big edAnd yall know the ice cream man is outtie 5,000Got to say what up to k-lou for whippin this ol dope ass shit
