Anything Goes

[Intro: Master P] 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 [Verse 1: Master P] 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 [Chorus: Master P] 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 [Verse 2:Master P] 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