Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Any Many (feat. Master P & Silkk the Shocker), artist - King George.
Date of issue: 20.02.2009
Song language: English
Any Many (feat. Master P & Silkk the Shocker) |
Oh yeah |
This dope shit done got a lot of my motherfucking partners |
Took out the game |
And to my brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace fool |
Growing up in the Calliope, New Orleans to be exact g |
I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me |
I’m paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g |
My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy |
19 years old, gold fronts and a mean mug |
I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy |
Learned to slang drugs |
A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood |
This fast cash got the P living no good |
I’m deep up in this shit and ain’t no turning back |
Me and my cousin ?? |
say I got him for a fucking sack |
I told him check his bitch, but he didn’t here me though |
He didn’t believe that his bitch was out smoking dope |
Now I gotta stand on my own too |
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 fucking 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 fucking while g |
Til I went to this club and this fool tried me |
We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds |
Til these suckers walked up and said jack |
Them niggas from the country |
We didn’t have no gats, I had to make a g move |
Mexican head butting, 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 fuck |
Anything goes |
Life’s a trip, but that’s how the game goes (x2) |
Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked |
Ready to put some fools on they back (x2) |
1, 2, 3 nigga slanging keys |
But why you have to mess with P (x2) |
Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked |
Ready to put some fools on they back |
Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked |
Ready to put some fools on they biggity-back |
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 motherfucking 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 killed 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 motherfucking Untouchables |
So when I go out, I know I’m fucking living wrong |
They betta take me out like fucking Al Capone |