Lyrics:
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
And thus it shall be Imperious Rex
Yo, rap professor
Acknowledge the scholarship
No scholar shit
Wordplay wizard, giving P on the llama spit
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
[Intro:]
(Da-P Productions...)
{Yo Ghost, lets get this money, nigga
Montreal}
[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, dreams: Swimming in women as I soak in bucks
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my
up, get your weight up!
P-L-P but fuck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up! (Uh)
Call me Bobby Tarantino living on the level
tell by the look in your eyes an
You looking surprised when them
Brooklyn guys arrive you move to the side.
You shooken inside.
Get yo pride tooken,
the back seat
Go to P they don't tax me
Why my ex still trying text me
Woke up, yeah this morning smacked my bitch on her ass cheek
Yeah my bitch so nasty
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
N.I.E. to dla twardych słowo
N.P. gdy pytają skąd to masz od kogo
N.I.E. gdy znajomego dziewczyna
Daję do zrozumienia że chce się
Ktoś powie hajs
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
After this you bitches crying some tears
Said this is Taxi Cab's year
Dropped a album but I swear I wasn't rapping last year
Copped a brick by all means
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
cannot finesse the finesser
9 millimeter on the dresser
Right next to the dragon dagger
By the green ranger
I eat up a rapper for entertainment
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
Sherwood Kiraly
My Professors, including my minor advisor, Emily Anderson
The English Department Head during my time at Knox, Monica Berlin (R.I.P.)
Chad
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