Lyrics:
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P
R.I.P. to that shit before 20-10, changing day in, day out, all again
Far from the former wires, some of the mental, now you're gone, like the vibes
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
kept
My new bitch wrote our name in cement but don't forget
There was a moment where the time stood still
Things you let me feel in the house by the hill
OG OG
Man I feel just like a vet first year in the league
Imma R double O to the K-I-E
But I'm still ballin out like an M-V-P (Sheesh)
Gotta question
Homies be waiting five years just to drop an album
I'm homies cause I be meditating up in the mountains of Shaolin
Like, hmm, don't talk to me
You ain't
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
Wiesz Flexxip wiesz Flexxip
Westcoastowe jazdy i wibracje
Sprawdź przymruż oko i sprawdź to ze mną
Za to co kocha Mes tak
Co by było gdybym mieszkał
Intro (Siri)
And R.I.P. Dj Shay
Verse 1 (Grafh)
I just think how short life is, Uh
They probably give me my roses after they honor me
Stabbed me
put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree
like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy P and Mr. Hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we
I wonder what celebrities will tweet, "R.I.P."
When it's announced that I'm dead on TMZ
Bury me with a million likes
And put me in the algorithm
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get
j'm'incline, tous les vrais sont vaincus
Aucune balle n'est perdue
Même logée dans ton cul
Délit d'fuite sur ça! Drive by sur ça!
Tise et fume sur ça! Ça sniffe
to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for
mind and next time we'll see who's on it
Even my boys think I'm mashing with p's so I'm not
even shocked by the war on the streets
And they think that
the studio with D, gettin' no sleep
I had no P and it was lonely
I'm gettin' money
Now these fuckers wanna know me
I'm the jiggiest nigga in CO
Niggas know my
(Look nigga, you know the name)
(Where we from nigga? 718)
(Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!)
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
(M plus O plus P!)
Check it
just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
[P. Wagner, J. Schroeder/P. Wagner]
[This is a fun-version with new words of an very old song from Avenger, the band that became Rage in late '85.
.jpg/300px-The_Lumineers,_Brixton_Academy,_London_(26036117224).jpg "The Lumineers")
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