Alley Boy, Al Doe, Master P - Man Down lyrics

Don’t even get no realer than this you know
But I bet you one thing
Every person back here probably own a gun
So that’s what we talk about and that’s real
That’s real

I’m gonna have the kids on the floor pull up
Choppers on deck ngga pull up on em
Pull up on em man down
Man down pull up on em
Pull up on em man down
Man down pull up on em
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Man down pull up on em
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Man down

You got it right now
Pull up on a ngga on Fairfax
Strip a ngga down to his air mats
OG told me kill him
Take a bitch stick her in a building
All these nggas talking about Papi
Project ngga in the lobby
My man said ngga we gonna hit him in the head
On the spread ngga gonna get body
Planned out murder get your head right
Pulling up slow get the headlights
Slide on ngga at the red light
Didn’t even get to turn
That’s dead right pump
Jumped out the Chevy with a AK
Hit the ngga first grade J
Park the ngga trunk get the money get the AK
Ngga we the real deal
Ngga we don’t play play hold up
Touchdown ngga hit alley
2 4 5 ngga round hit Cali ride with my vato
Catch a ngga slipping out Rascals
Pop him and track him at the alley
Homie young shooters got shooters
Pull up on em cross back just do it
Getaway car with a broad that’s stolen
Call a body in

Pull up on em pull up on em
Man down man down
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Man down man down
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Alley Boy like a raw G
Gonna ride in the front yo at least
Ngga we gonna pull up as a krill
Lowdown ngga don’t pay me
Working this bitch on the daily
Most people say Nggas two shady
Running around drawing my lead on daily
Drawn that ngga blood gone crazy
But I do it for the Rolls
Everywhere I go gotta keep me a pistol
Man down I’ll kill me a ngga
We fight that ngga
Pull up at a note South Side ngga
Ain’t no love don’t drill em
Working my muscle lA ain’t doing no trusting
Try that shit I’m gonna bust ya
That’s why I don’t love em
Except that we fall on no rubble
LA enjoying the struggle raising his rifle
Spin in a circle no cipher
I’ll shout in your face if I like it
And my money goes double and triple

Pull up on em pull up on em
Man down man down
Pull up on em pull up on em
Man down man down
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Pull up on em man down
Pull up on em man down
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Pull up on em like some
Mother fucking pop toys
That ngga was kidding you
Ngga that ain’t my fault
I’m fucking with dealers and killers
My nggas so fuck it give me that paper
Bad bitches around me give me the vapors
Give me the vapors medusa round my belt
Doing them sticks pull up on em
Walk up on em give me two of them bricks
Too many of them being my papers
Check my resume none of this six
Gold ceilings marble floors
Flexing on you and your bitch
(you and your bitch)
Y’all hating mother fuckers
Better not tell me shit
Riding in a Rolls Royce with a extended clip
Pull up on em
Pull up on em on they fucking block
Pull up on em pull up on em
Pussy call the cops

Pull up on em pull up on em
Man down man down
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Man down man down
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Pull up on em man down
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Pull up on em man down
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Pull up on em man down