So Many Souls Deceased Lyrics by Master P

So Many Souls Deceased Lyrics

    Ok you wanna go to war with me
    I take you to war
    I told you i don't kill no mothafucking kid
    Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.

    Chorus (2x):

    I done seen so many souls deceased
    That's why i ride with alot of killers with me

    Master p:

    The last don be my name i feel i'm trapped in the game
    Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
    Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga
    Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
    And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
    I'm not scarface, but after the money and the power
    And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
    And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the calliope
    Like glenn miss, sam scuddy, pee-wee
    L. broadnax, slim some dead some in jail g
    Cause this game is so real
    And niggaz hustle like the last don 'til they get killed

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    Chorus (4x)

    The commision #1:

    Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
    I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
    I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick
    The last don and the commission t-s-o click and no limit
    From start to finish for this paper look i'm all in it
    Rules in the game i bent in in a tank that can't be dented
    Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be ph'n
    Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation
    The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up
    Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
    Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't
    Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump

    Chorus (4x)

    The commision #2:

    The shit about to slow we living
    Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz
    The commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz
    Living this triple beam dream
    Godfather bless a nigga with weight
    Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
    Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
    The other level living like better shit
    They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit
    Ain't nobody seperates spiral and no limit
    The last don and the commission in this money making position

    The commision #3:

    I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty
    I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
    Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
    We kill niggaz we kill as a little nigga by my waist under my hilfigger
    I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before i'm dead
    A twisted no limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
    I put it on these dreads in my head the commission can't be faded
    With the last don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it

    Chorus (2x)

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