Pistols, Power, Paper

(Verse 1) I got so much trouble on my mind You playa haters make a real nigga shine As we pop collars Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars We don't listen, hard-head-ass niggas Heated with choppers Can't tell me shit, or to talk to When I'm walkin with my niggas thru the crowd Talkin hella loud Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns Didn't search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1 You don't wanna see us Nigga 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-ass 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 bitch 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 muthafuccin law every chance we get Put a .45 slug in the back of your shit Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get Cause niggas gotta have balls 'n brains in this Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships Smash and dip Peelin on ass and hips Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits We ain't fake nigga Surroundin myself with killers Know the best gun dealers in town Bring Impalas to the shoot out Puttin muthafuccas to sleep It's deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat You muthafuccas can't see me when I fade to black Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga (Chorus) 1x Pimpin is Pussy-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 nigga from a bitch 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 Pussy-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 nigga 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 sex This muthafucca 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 nigga 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 bitch nigga is hidin from Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga (Chorus) 2x Pimpin is Pussy-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 nigga from a bitch in disguise? Is you ready to ride? Is you scared to die? Is you scared to die? Is you ready to ride?