Master P - Anything Goes lyrics

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Master P - Anything Goes lyrics

Oh yeah this dope sh** done got a lot of my n***as taken out the game And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool Verse 1 Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to k** me I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g My best friend done turned into my motherf**ing enemy 19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy learned to slang d** A lot of sh** done changed in my f**ing neighborhood This fast cash got the P living no good I'm deep up in this sh** and ain't no turning back Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a f**ing sack I told him check his b**h, but he didn't here me though He didn't believe that his b**h was out smoking dope Now I gotta stand on my own 2 I came in this world by myself that's the way I'm gone die fool One year later and my cousin doing life on a case I moved to Richmond California just to f**ing get away Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines And everything was cool for a f**ing while g Til I went to this club and this fool tried me We in the back with some b**hes counting hundreds Til these s**ers walked up and said jack these n***as from the country We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move Connects and head bu*ting, that's how I did this fool King G hit this boy with a upper cut 30 days in the county, but we didn't give a f** (Chorus) Anything goes Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats co*ked Ready to put some fools on they back 1, 2, 3 a n***a slanging keys but why you have to mess with P Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats co*ked Ready to put some fools on they biggety back Verse 2 Released from the county on a PO The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac Two days later I'm back rolling motherf**ing black Lexus coup with a droptop Benz And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro They say my little brother died back in New Orleans Pop pop boom and it k**ed him, here him scream But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry In Richmond one day the P is gonna die And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though Like the movie on the motherf**ing Untouchables So when I go out, I know I'm f**ing living wrong They betta take me out like f**ing Al Capone

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