Lyrics:
to think twice your irrelevant
Stick with me be rewarded by the end of it
Don't break my trust for your own benefit
Cuss its mad right how people act right
ain’t high school or middle
Yeen gotta come around yeen fucking with the sound I don’t know what yall be doing but we be grinding over here doe
Break a P
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
Now, an my baby went out
An' stayed out all night long
She never came home
Until the break of dawn
C'mon, shake yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo'
going out my brain and I'm giving you
pain like getting choked from a chain
Bloodstained drug by trade through rugged terrain
The crash into the main
to be touched, John John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
As we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga
the apparatus/
The Elohim of this here I took a little break/
But now I'm back to clean up this year/
c lot of plays planned out and put in place man I swear/
It's
Not hardly! I'm trying to stay up outta that womb
Or that p-u-s-s, us I say, "USS"
Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we
to make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a break of dawn
This jam will never play out
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'
[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for
a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry,
Trappin out this bitch Toyota
I got bags of the odor
Stash my gas by the motor
I stay high bitch you sober
Striking fast like a cobra
Dodging task
Kooda B
I ain't doing nothing if you keep being rude to me
Don't be out here raising hall
Can't understand what she said like she casting a spell
Me bad before Kalash
Me don't need man to rate me
Mwaka boss give me strength
And that's why you hate me
P###y me nuh pedophile like you brother un
a tune on Monday
By Tuesday it's leaking
I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking
Promoters pay the price I'm peaking
I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking
Pick up
a blunt they’ll break you down
Son these boys they raising out
Lil boy said he want smoke, well you gonna have to face me now
Watch how I do it
Moving
ok
Runnin my numbers, while givin out all fades
Banana clip full
You never will get old
You never will get thin
By thinking that you're bold
Leavin em
rocker
Came with nought-point-eight of the dizz
Might have 3.5 of the proper, chopper
Football sticker swapper
Used to nick 50p out your locker
people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in
Position
Position
Gyal you raw like paper
Raw dan dovey mag
Pumpum fat so til it all a buss you pants
Wicked dan dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision
You said you the plug, let's Feed The Streets
We got what you want? we got what you need?
Out here hitting these P's, we ain't getting No sleep
Them
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny motherfucker with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch
A bitch made purpose is to service a mac
In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap
No breaks, ho break mine
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