Lyrics:
jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use be -12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
it all to God, let go! Yeah!)
Where you come in but leave a different way
I want to see your hands go up and down
But not because you feel the beat,
Like ooouu!
Gah damn,
Rocking my bob like Miss River, no dam
Like fuck!
Okay
Now that you're free, know it's really us, bae
Hot damn
C, bae
Lovin' you
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
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
Hey, I heard you were a wild one, ooh-ooh
If I took you home, it'd be a home run
Show me how you do
I wanna shut down the club with you
Hey, I
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my
Crazy it's like going against the gang committing suicide
Crazy we then slid down they block and took the Smoothest ride
Told Brody to slide I'm
Don't nobody my make it where from no
I'm still the hottest thing under sun though
I knew since I was born I'd be the one to break the curse
So much
yeah
It takes a nigga dat hard from the start
you gotta have heart
to meet a bitch, mack hard down, then rip her apart
it's all in the game, a nigga
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
choking on fumes
Man down, copy
Shake that ass like a disk no floppy
She loves it when I’m in my Hilfiger Tommy
Trigger finger twitchy Clyde and Bonnie
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
I'll give it to you anyway
Yes, I'm insane, put you in pain
My mind has been trained to live in the Fastlane
Should I slow down? Fuck it speed up
You
right now
Pack touchdown gotta get it right now
Shit whole thang in
Ima have to serve it whole
Or I can break that bitch down
Pack touchdown gotta get it
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
like Naruto
Cause nigga
Fuck a V-I-P, I'm the V-I-ME
And I was broke at A-B, now it's X-Y-Z
Not how you start its how you finish in the 3-1-3
Life gives
Damn
Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn why'know?
They don't really understand this playerism
Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real
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