Prime Suspects - All 4 One Lyrics

(feat. Master P)

[Master P]
That's how motherf*ckin killers do it. (Killers do it.)
Prime Suspect (No Limit Soldier), Master P.
And f*ck the money, f*ck the world.

[Master P]
See when i be sressing , mothef*cker im trying to get it (trying to get it)
pass me the motherf*cking catchers mitt, I aint no bullshittin
Do we got beef on the streets, nigga pass me the heat
It's time to pop some motherf*cking necks and put these punks to sleep
I aint 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 f*ckin dollar hits
And when the game get me stressed out f*ck it im ready to ride
Call up Prime Suspect cause somebody bout to die
And jump in the motherf*cking car and pass the heat (pass the heat)
Everybody gone nigga, f*ck the police
See niggas do any motherf*cking thing when they broke
But I dont f*ck with punk nigga and I dont smoke no dope
See I'm a killer by heart, a G by nature
F*ck these bitches cause they'll love ya, but most of these hoes they hate
ya

[Master P]
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

[Glock]
I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptown
Aint 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
F*ck the stuggle, couldnt get lost in the scuffle
Street walls forced apon ghetto children
Putting any section to sleep when a nigga got the heat

[Master P]
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

[Uzi]
Now why these people try to strike me out
Motherf*ck you if you dont like what my click about
F*ck 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 f*ck with mine and loose your brains
Hit you with them thangs

[New Nine]
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 cant do that not with all these f*cking gats, rat to the tat tat
TRU niggas jacking and stay strapped when they pockets flat
Rats take a dive, i told you these niggaz live glock
P, Uzi and Millimeter go back like f*cking Levi's
Been jacking, stying, cracking and capping ,whats happening
Now we still bout that dumb shit quicker than the change, because we rapping

[Master P]
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
F*ck the world we gon ball til we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all