Lyrics:
up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas
N****z independent, and rowdy
N**** check billboard, number 1
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
swear down, I'ma be the number one for ages
The fat dumb judge took a look at me and threw the book at me
Told me what I couldn't be and what I wouldn't
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
three mics
y'all niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game tight
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin'
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
But it gave me a chance to see
Who was REALLY down with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the glass
album ‘Joanne’
Is number 8 in United States thank you!:)
And I just want to take a
Take a little poll here don’t
Worry about it, it’s not gonna offend
fucking starving
Cooking up dope in the RV
Cook it with Harvey
Just bought a halfie
Flip it by half-three
I see the numbers enlarging
All for my darling
All
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
187 on an undercover p-I-g
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck
So if my face wrinkle up
wa ma ma sere
Ade3 p3na, no get time for heartbreak
Wose wonte saa, b3ma memb3 daada me
Chorus
Save my spot in the heat when I come back to Ghana
straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one.
Cool Moe Dee,
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,
on me
Everything I'm gonna be, like a V.I.P
It's only when I'm at the top you wanna get with me
Just wait-and-see
Like one-two-three
You all lost, and I
this rap shit
One more album and I'm through
With this rap shit what more I gotta do to
Prove I ain't number two?
Bitch who the fuck are you
Writin'
the math is real
If we can't match numbers
Then you can't have the Head
Nigga In Chargе and shit
Live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines rеgardless
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
Shakin' down your granny for the doe
We bringing trap back
Back to basics would of stuffed three p's inside this backpack
GG number four, and purple haze
I
think my age is confused
It's been that way since beginning
Ti wosua na woyiyi ano a woy3 renegade
Wei nny3 album my padi 3y3 hand grenade
Fiseedrope p3
always comes undone
I'm so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin' and you'll prefer
Eatin' by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a
Tempting
answered yes to 3
Of my questions baby
Yeah, I found myself on P.O.F., that's plenty of fish for those Who don't know,
Before it became what it is, now, I
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