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veneno 9 - spaceghostpurrp lyrics

[part one]

[master p]
what’s up n*ggas?
i told y’all it’s about to be on, n*gga
we drop sh*t anytime we want to huh
feel this n*gga!
it’s real {*explosion*}

[verse 1: master p]
flippin’ the the game
n*ggas that got that ‘cane
murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game
it’s 1997, my n*ggas gone to heaven
rest in peace 2pac from master p, doin 211’s
187 khadafi, murder
puttin’ n*ggas in six foot motherf*ckin’ gurters
if you f*ck with this tru clique
n*gga you gettin’ your wig spilt
who run this gangster rap?
(no limit runnin’ this!)it’s ’bout to be it
187 khadafi
jumpin’ on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
still makin scrilla
your neighborhood drug dealer
ice cream slaingin’
tattooed up real n*gga
in the rap game pushin’ quarters
flippin’ the water, from texas to florida
choppin’ game to the knuckleheads
and spittin voodoo on the motherf*ckin’ chickenheads
down south hustlin’, to the west coast
got n*gga choppin’ game, i mean this rap sh*t in to dope
puttin’ them in packages, independent spittin’ sh*t
standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin’ for other cliques
but who gon’ be the next n*gga to die in this rap game
or drop a hit on the wrong man?
’cause they talkin’ sh*t about other n*ggas
now it’s a war zone, in this rap game
(chorus)
but they can’t stop us tru n*ggas
they can’t stop us tru n*ggas
they can’t stop us tru n*ggas
they can’t stop us tru n*ggas

[verse 2: master p]
’cause if y’all k!ll one, they’ll be a million other n*ggas in line
with ghetto dope, bustin’ ghetto rhymes y’all
running from the one time not mines
posted up, hostin’ up like soldiers!
down south huster, throwin’ bolders
ready to block like a football player
got these 17 rounds for y’all haters!
so jump on this ghetto sh*t and come get this wicked sh*t
and jump up on this rap game and watch a n*gga spit
k!ller, murder topics
put my goals if y’all think y’all can stop it
hardcore bangin’, hangin’ slangin’
n*gga down for whatever that’s why we bangin’ on wax into traps
got beats by the pound like n*ggas slaingin’ sacks
in the ‘hood, up to no good
got n*ggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis to cincinnati
got n*ggas lined up in atlanta like addicts
gotta have this gangster sh*t
this real sh*t
from this motherf*ckin’ tru clique!
ain’t givin’ up, living raw
and if we die, f*ck it, sell my ‘dro
to the next gangster n*gga
rest in peace eazy*e., but i’m out here makin’ scrilla!
so f*ck y’all white laws
and y’all motherf*ckin’…..police cars!!
comin’ through with gangsters and k!llers
long! like the motherf*ckin’ drug dealer
’97 to 2000 a.d. little kids wanna be me
’cause i’m bout it, i’m rowdy
the government and the press, them motherf*ckers want me outtie
for runnin’ my own sh*t
n*ggas sellin’ their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
break bread
don’t you know 15 percent of what you made?
you a sucker, a clucker
so stop rappin hardcore, you hip*hop motherf*ckers
and stay true to the gizzame
be about your paper, n*gga f*ck the fizzame
third ward n*gga, runnin’ the hill
it ain’t no limit to this gangster sh*t, blunt smokes and keepin’ it real
y’all can’t stop us tru n*ggas
y’all can’t stop us tru n*ggas
y’all can’t stop us tru n*ggas
’cause if y’all k!ll one, they’ll be a millon more tru n*ggas

[verse 3: silkk the shocker]
b*tch it be silkk choppin’ and kickin’ sh*t like karate
fast like a maserati, crime boss like john gotti
look into their face, n*ggas afraid of me
look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y’all busters scared of me
cause i flow like water, run sh*t like ki*jana carter
tell ’em i’ma be there, watch more tourists show up, than the french quarters
down for whatever
bow down n*gga never
buck like a beretta
wet you up like bad weather
got fangs like a cobra
now i got range like a rover
you don’t f*ck with us whether you f*cked up like a hangover
from the city where busters lie
from the city where suckers die
make way for p and silkk, two of the baddest motherf*ckers alive
b*tch it’s your time
b*tch i want the whole nine
bust one line, and make n*ggas change their whole rhyme
i’m the shocker
yeah, i got them
it’s tru motherf*ckers, and y’all can’t stop us
and it’s on
[part two]

[intro]
check this out playas
all y’all gangster n*ggas
y’all motherf*cking gangsta b*tches out there (the dope game)
i’m a let y’all know something (welcome to the dope game)
something that’ll never end, this sh*t is going on like f*cking numbers
black on black crime, n*gga it go like this here
we live an eye for an eye

[verse 1]
you k!ll me, i k!ll you, my partners k!ll your partners
and you dead ain’t no love on my spot
me and my partners pushing rocks
got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
we packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
but i look into the eyes and i stare, i see death
godd*mn thinking “the f*ck?”, it could be me
my little homie on the ground crying
i’m thinking i’m gone, oh my lord
my little homie gon be dying (ripped his heart out)
he never had a chance to see his life glow
and he never had a chance to see his wife bro
and his little kid is only 8
it ain’t about me or you motherf*cker
you gone peep defeat off the tree
cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
and you never heard of, another n*gga with a glock g
i’m thinking about tic*toc boom, there goes another one
send him to the moon
ain’t no rocket ship b*tch, it’s the temple of doom
i mean the ghetto, cause it’s wicked
most n*ggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
but never even seen a bird
they die for that cain and that weed and they water
and they to f*cking high, to see the enemy
n*ggas that pretend to be, fools don’t come close to me
your best friend will k!ll you
i’m from that 3rd ward, caliope projects
where they peel your caps like bananas
police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
but they can’t stop the murders
thats happening in my hood motherf*ckers
cause everybody study capping in this
everyday, all day n*ggas dying, mothers crying
but y’all n*ggas ain’t realizing that the hood is murder
find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
cause n*ggas banging like charlie chan
you’d better pack a piece n*gga
and welcome to the never ending game

[hook]
the never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
cause the ghetto ain’t no joke
n*ggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
welcome to the never ending game
will i die up in my sleep or die on these streets

[verse 2]
and the ghetto ain’t no joke
cause every motherf*cking day another n*gga gets smoked
and momma pray it ain’t me
but i’m addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
i be making mail like the mailman
this is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
through the hood of the projects
its fiends walking up for bubble ups
you think i’m bout to reject
when a n*gga get some money, i got them gats c*cked n*gga
i ain’t living like no dummy
if i die, i ain’t scared to die, but don’t ask me why
will i retire and give it up realize
thats this my only mission of money
but y’all n*ggas look at a n*gga hustling like its funny
but i got to feed the family
even though if that take me getting f*cking scandalous g
and i have to hurt sh*t
put a n*gga in the dirt, mean putting in work
(lay him down) and punch in your time card
cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the lord
so i live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
don’t give a f*ck, my clique is ready to hang sh*t (boom)
off the rack, ain’t no trap
just a bunch of motherf*ckers walking with gats
through the projects and walky*talkies
jacking sh*t motherf*cker ungh, thats why they bark
like dogs, watch a n*gga hard
and i be slanging dope like i’m getting paid like lou rollins
and the white folks can’t stop this (you can’t stop this)
and the taz can’t stop this n*gga, cause i’m in the hood slanging rocks
getting paid cause i’m major (big time)
and if i die f*cking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
and give 4 g’s to my sons and k!ll my enemies
y’all can’t stop a n*gga p, even if i’m dead g (haha)
and when i go out, i’m going out with a bang
so f*ck what you heard, and welcome to the never ending game

[hook]
the never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
the ghetto ain’t no joke
cause every other day, somebody getting smoked
the never ending game
will i die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
the ghetto ain’t no joke
cause every other day, another motherf*cker getting smoked

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