Prime Suspects, Master P - All 4 One lyrics

That's how motherfuckin killers do it
(Killers do it)
Prime Suspect (No Limit Soldier) , Master P
And fuck the money, fuck the world

See when i be sressing
Mothefucker im trying to get it
(trying to get it)
Pass me the motherfucking catchers mitt
I ain't no bullshittin
Do we got beef on the streets
Nigga pass me the heat
It's time to pop some motherfucking necks
And put these punks to sleep
I ain't playing with you bitch
Im just chasing million dollar dreams
Now the fedz trying to get me
Cooking keys up in the kitchen
Just a young nigga trying to
Make it out the bricks
I got medicine for the pigs
I mean 20 fuckin dollar hit's
And when the game get me stressed out
Fuck it im ready to ride
Call up Prime Suspect cause
Somebody bout to die
And jump in the motherfucking car
And pass the heat (pass the heat)
Everybody gone nigga, fuck the police
See niggas do any motherfucking
Thing when they broke
But I don't fuck with punk nigga
And I don't smoke no dope
See I'm a killer by heart, a G by nature
Fuck these bitches cause they'll love ya
But most of these hoes they hate ya

Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptown
Ain't no limit to the danger
That be lurking around
But we ride in that night
But we might not make it back
Gunning from the killer corn
Got the straps on the lap
Where the hustle, P and PS, got the muscle
Fuck the stuggle
Couldn't get lost in the scuffle
Street walls forced apon ghetto children
Putting any section to sleep when
A nigga got the heat

Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

Now why these people try to strike me out
Motherfuck you if you don't like
What my click about fuck what you saying
See I'm down to do whatever bout it bout it
Did you heard I'm bout my cheddar
Calliope now have your backup plan nigga now
Is you bout that drama, world
That is stressed to hard, is a soldier thang
If a hustlers time to make bout to make it
Take it out of loose change
And don't play me close fuck with
Mine and loose your brains
Hit you with them thangs

P, now baby you know I'm in a rush to ball
So I got this nigga jacked in
The back of the U-Haul
Fall, we can't do that not
With all these fucking gats
Rat to the tat tat
TRU niggas jacking and stay strapped
When they pockets flat rats take a dive
I told you these niggas live Glock
P, Uzi and Millimeter go
Back like fucking Levi's
Been jacking, stying, cracking and capping
Whats happening now we still bout that dumb
Shit quicker than the change
Because we rapping

Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all