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Pistols, Power, Paper Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I got so much trouble on my mind
You playa haters make a real n**** shine
As we pop collars
Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars
We don't listen, hard-head-a** n*****
Heated with choppers
Can't tell me s***, or to talk to
When I'm walkin with my n***** thru the crowd
Talkin hella loud
Off that c**e and rum, they let us in with our guns
Didn't search us at all, the made n**** Spice 1
You don't wanna see us
n**** you better roll with us
We're ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us
We're obitual criminals, take your punk-a** home
Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on
You can't ride with us
You can't slide with us
When you're actin like a b****
Terrified to bust
'415' with us, too scared to die with us
Red lights and street signs don't apply to us
We brake the m****fuccin law every chance we get
Put a .45 slug in the back of your s***
Now, how m****fuccin gangsta can you get
Cause n***** gotta have b**** 'n brains in this
Game in this b**** n***** aim to miss
I heat and sink dat m****fuccas battle ships
Smash and dip
Peelin on a** and hips
Do a show, b****** in the crowd flash they t***
We ain't fake n****
Surroundin myself with killers
Know the best gun dealers in town
Bring Impalas to the shoot out
Puttin m****fuccas to sleep
It's deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat
You m****fuccas can't see me when I fade to black
Paranoid, tryna find where the f*** out where you at n****
(Chorus) 1x

Pimpin is p****-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real n**** from a b**** in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
Is you ready to ride?

(Hook)

Pimpin is p****-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers

(Verse 2)
I'm right behind ya
I know you feel death in a room
Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon
I'm a blood thursty money hungry n**** for cash
Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash
G's don't last, will I die from a violent death
Will I live til I'm 85 and die from s**
This m****fucca is walkin 'round I wanna stop him from breathin
As I dials his number he won't make it thru the weekend
I came thru the door
I said it before
Put one in his dome
He was dead before he hit the floor
Cause a Thug Lord n**** is always hard
Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball
Never slide before a b**** n**** is hidin from
Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets
Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers n****
(Chorus) 2x

Pimpin is p****-Poetry
Pistols, Power and Paper
Murderers, Money, Mayheim
Million of skyscrapers
Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?
Can you tell a real n**** from a b**** in disguise?
Is you ready to ride?
Is you scared to die?
Is you scared to die?
Is you ready to ride?
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