Lyrics:
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
Elevate your mental level
Step aside the music so you can rebel
See pomeroy is here to take it to you the funky devil
Its me the d, you number one
the beats and, for the record, they ain't cheap
I'm on album number 8 and I'm on mixtape number 3
Don't forget about the shows, different genres, different
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
a PC
These goons just B-IN P's
I bring quality like Sony HD
Make your eyes pop out like watching 3D
If I don't know you, IAB
Government raising the VAT
platinum for a song
3 time platinum for the album
RGF, welcome to the islands
Zoogang and I'm the ZooGod, yeah
Show me your frostbite
Show you what it
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
We're here
We're here
We're here
We're here
I'm here, I'm here
I'm P3 and I'm here
I'm going hard and rapping bars
The album of the year
I called
Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used
Check this out now I'm Tha R E C
Steppin' out into the streets of I P one three
Some won't recognize but some will do
Bow down to me when I come
strange flipmode aftermath
Bank account number change
Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin
Game told me come through take
A lil trip to Compton
The way they
that a dime a dozen
Up the numbers ian budging
Told her tell me what you hiding Ian 12 Ian judging
I knew bro since middle school but if Ask me that's my
bills, and the bills paid
Told everybody I got Drake on my album, I faked
Bvdger real nice, go give that boy some plays
Me and Pablo get lose in the city
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
get it back /
Dawg, I’m talking T.R.A.P. /
I went through the front door
And came up out the back /
Rule number two:
Don’t ever sleep where you trap
Man look
You gotta show me
Show me you care
This gonna be a lot so you'll need a chair
Baby girl your such a star
I wanna show you off by being who
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
the two after bro
Multiply it all by ten to twenty three you got a mole
Yeah that's a mole, yeah that's a mole
Six times ten to the twenty third aye let's
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Hook
Aye fuck the fame I’m just tryna feed my family
My brother doing a bid same time trap slammin’
My phone doing a number 12 still tryna jam me
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
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