Lirik Lagu 17 Reasons - Master P
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car full of weeddidn't see him creep uphit him in the jawtook him for his phone and his beeperleft him on the ground, caughin bloodpissed in the ????, then pulled the plug2 to the dome, didn't let him sufferand like a chicken, put him in the pot then smotherlife in the Rich, gotta think quickbe about your money, you can't trust a bitchfucked in the game, gettin paid duesbut when they tagged his toe, the boy made the newsand like Spice said, from bodies to zagsfrom forties to funeraljust another nigga on the grass dead18 and bad luck, nobody gives a fuckhere comes a black truck2 days later everybody cryinand at the funeral bangers in linehere comes his mother pushin through the crowdscreamin oh my god don't killm y childI'm in the back dressed in khakies9 in my pocket caue P is trigga happyLil O.G. pushing tapes and c.d.'sputtin in work like some Levi jeansand when my number's called, you know I'm ready brocause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
back on the sceneP making green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go cleanain't slangin dope, but got dope tapeswent worldwide, started from the Bayfrom No Limit to SMGput it in the trunk, ship it across the seaSaint get the check, King break they neckit's all legit, like Solar Flexone blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctora nigga getaway, C-Murder got the Shockerstuck to your ass, played you like a bitchmark ass niggas get the motherfuck 86besides wanna run up and mean mug the Pfools comeup short, Silkk get their teethstick it in the ground, till it turn blueand if a fool live he be suckin on soupstuck em in the car with a broken jawit ain't what you heard, it's what you sawretaliation's a must, that's why I bustbut fool, got 17 reasonsshut you motherfuckin ass up
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
gold on my ride4 woofers, 2 Alpinesand when the Lexus stophoochies wanna form linesfiends on my shitlookin for a hitwatchin them niggas ????trying to get a fixI walk with a limp, mean like a soldierColt 45, gone off that donjaMaster P, the nappy head fooldon't give a fuck, don't play by no rulesrata-tat-tat, just like the BratP leaving suckas stuck on their backbetter check his pulse, left him with his eyes openstruck him from the back, god damn watch his head openthrow him off the cliff, take him to the torcher shipand this was whoI'll be like Shawn Kempdumpin bodies off straight to the morturaryMaster P, in the hood, Black Dirty HarryRichmond Balla, 23rd Street hustlastill independent, started from the gutterwent big time, took to the gangsta rhymeput the town on the map, that's the fucking like of crimethe hoods gettin hectic,the P well respectedbut got to pack some heatincase some fool test me
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a pyscho
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
back on the sceneP making green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go cleanain't slangin dope, but got dope tapeswent worldwide, started from the Bayfrom No Limit to SMGput it in the trunk, ship it across the seaSaint get the check, King break they neckit's all legit, like Solar Flexone blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctora nigga getaway, C-Murder got the Shockerstuck to your ass, played you like a bitchmark ass niggas get the motherfuck 86besides wanna run up and mean mug the Pfools comeup short, Silkk get their teethstick it in the ground, till it turn blueand if a fool live he be suckin on soupstuck em in the car with a broken jawit ain't what you heard, it's what you sawretaliation's a must, that's why I bustbut fool, got 17 reasonsshut you motherfuckin ass up
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
gold on my ride4 woofers, 2 Alpinesand when the Lexus stophoochies wanna form linesfiends on my shitlookin for a hitwatchin them niggas ????trying to get a fixI walk with a limp, mean like a soldierColt 45, gone off that donjaMaster P, the nappy head fooldon't give a fuck, don't play by no rulesrata-tat-tat, just like the BratP leaving suckas stuck on their backbetter check his pulse, left him with his eyes openstruck him from the back, god damn watch his head openthrow him off the cliff, take him to the torcher shipand this was whoI'll be like Shawn Kempdumpin bodies off straight to the morturaryMaster P, in the hood, Black Dirty HarryRichmond Balla, 23rd Street hustlastill independent, started from the gutterwent big time, took to the gangsta rhymeput the town on the map, that's the fucking like of crimethe hoods gettin hectic,the P well respectedbut got to pack some heatincase some fool test me
17 reasons, to let goshoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a pyscho
