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Viewing Lyrics for Itch or Scratch(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect:
| | | Artist: | MASTER P |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Itch or Scratch(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 3 |
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| | | Lyrics: | [Master P]
Niggaz, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every
soldierette and every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't give a fuck where you
from
It's how you come
If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down
Prime
Suspect, Fiend, and Mac
Y'all gonna feel this
[Chorus: X4]
Niggaz get your
scratch, bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya
P, I wasn't made for this world
I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
For sure, crime, ya
made me?
Then grudgenly enslave me
Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my
reach
Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts
To each, his own
I thought
my peace was with my chrome
But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone
Hip is on,
when my mama go to work for the early morn
Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my
unborn
All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder,
one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up,
put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
[Chorus X2]
So what you want
soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a
fish
When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like
this
Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook
Flip the wrong page on
me, I'll close ya book
Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us
Up in the
backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs
And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the
hood
Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good
I lay my live down,
pray, god judge my heart
Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part
I've been to war
before, but survival is never for sure
Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me
poor?
I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for
peace I'm on the seat
21 at least nigga
[Chorus X2]
Will your scratch get
snatched in a murder cap?
Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap
We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we
wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was
given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it
all
Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at
heart
Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart
Young black
deliquent with a ghetto smile
He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it
Only
nigga hungry
A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So
when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest
And made every kind of man
feel glock wehn he pulled this
[Chorus till end] | | | |
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