paroles de chanson Commercial - Master P
[Master
p]
Yo
los,
take
us
to
a
commercial
While
we
stop
to
get
high
Y'all
check
out
the
young
guns,
ya
heard
me?
Check
this
out.
If
you
have
four
ounces
and
you
fronted
your
boy
two
And
he
gave
a
half
to
his
boy
And
the
police
raided
the
spot
then
he
flushed
one
and
a
half
And
he
ask
you
for
one
mo'
What
should
you
do
if
you
was
in
that
position?
[Young
guns]
Nigga
f**k
that!
I
ain't
bout
to
let
the
shit
slide
It's
time
to
ride,
time
for
these
niggaz
to
die
We
don't
just
rap
- everything
we
say
is
for
real
Time
to
let
the
gauge
discharge,
and
murder
that
kill
Nigga
f**k
that!
I
ain't
bout
to
let
the
shit
slide
It's
time
to
ride,
time
for
these
niggaz
to
die
We
don't
just
rap
- everything
we
say
is
for
real
Time
to
let
the
gauge
discharge,
and
murder
that
kill
Tell
them
bitch
niggaz
- they
can
keep
from
around
This
is
family
now,
I
give
a
f**k
about
you
clowns
Young
guns
holdin
it
down,
quick
to
bust
a
few
rounds
? Our
sound,
tell
my
niggaz
and
my
bitches
They'll
drop
in
the
storm,
tell
them
boys
it's
on
And
these
niggaz
gettin
they
ass
torn,
f**k
bein
warned
This
is
a
street?,
I
promise
to
die
violent
Now
I
start
wildin,
until
you
bitch
niggaz
are
silent
Nigga
f**k
that!
I'm
bout
to
send
these
niggaz
life
back
They
talkin
shit
about
my
fam
and
I
don't
like
that
You
know
how
I
react,
so
why
you
wanna
beef?
It's
time
for
me
to
say
my
prayers,
and
hit
the
streets
Bullets
about
to
hum,
bitch
niggaz
gon'
get
numb
Here
come?
down
the
block
nigga
don't
try
to
run
I
ain't
lettin
it
slide
I
caught
him
slippin
and
him
twice
Next
thing
you
that
nigga
was
on
the
ground,
shakin
like
dice
These
niggaz
fail
the
test
so
neverthless
I
split
yo'
chest
F**k
the
rest!
I
come
through
to
spit,
to
show
you
niggaz
what
I
manifest
A
y.g.,
so
I
breathe
toke
three,?
Bullets
at
you
busters
please,
don't
try
to
test
these
Pistol
packin
niggaz
in
our
town
You
get
them
hot
thangs
laid
in
your
mouth
My
niggaz
seek
you
out
no
doubt
All
about
my
salary
you
niggaz
ain't
gon'
handle
me
I'm
tired
of
stressin,
and
all
these
niggaz
pretend
they
got
me
vexed
[Young
guns]
Nigga
f**k
that!
I
ain't
bout
to
let
the
shit
slide
It's
time
to
ride,
time
for
these
niggaz
to
die
We
don't
just
rap
- everything
we
say
is
for
real
Time
to
let
the
gauge
discharge,
and
murder
that
kill
Nigga
f**k
that!
I
ain't
bout
to
let
the
shit
slide
It's
time
to
ride,
time
for
these
niggaz
to
die
We
don't
just
rap
- everything
we
say
is
for
real
Time
to
let
the
gauge
discharge,
and
murder
that
kill
Nigga
f**k
that!
I
ain't
bout
to
let
the
shit
slide
It's
time
to
ride,
time
for
these
niggaz
to
die
We
don't
just
rap
- everything
we
say
is
for
real
Time
to
let
the
gauge
discharge,
and
murder
that
kill.
1 Only God Can Judge Me
2 Ghetto Prayer
3 Step To Dis
4 Return of Da Don
5 Say Brah
6 Boonapalist
7 Where Do We Go from Here
8 Ice On My Wrist (Remix)
9 Stop Playing Wit Me
10 Ghetto In the Sky
11 Ain't Nothing Changed
12 Commercial
13 Oh Na Nae
14 Ghetto Honeys
15 Y'all Don't Want None
16 Life Ain't Easy
17 Who Down to Ride
18 Y'all Don't Know
19 Nobody Moves
20 Da Ballers
21 Crazy Bout Ya
22 Intro To Get Yo Mind Right
23 Get Yo Mind Right
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