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Master P

Welcome To My City

 

Welcome To My City

(álbum: MP Da Last Don - 1998)


Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south

[O'Dell]
Living is so hard in the city of
Living Living Living is so hard in the city [2X]

[Master P]
Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas
And the bitches like the peapop (peapop)
And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks
And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
And niggas still ride old school Caddies
And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner
And niggas wish they could move to California
It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
And bitches love to suck a line
A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
And you might get a rep if you're a killer
The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers
And hoes love you if you're famous
But niggas representing wards in the projects is dangerous

[Chorus 2X]

[Mac]
Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screaming
God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die
I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94
He was a trippy dog running from the po-po
Robbing niggas for their rangs and thangs
He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward
Come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwing at those who bags
Kicking up dust chasing paper that say in god we trust
Now the five can't do nothing for my light bill some motherfuckers
Might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust
And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what

[Chorus 2X]

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