Lyrics:
K, bring the P-U-M-P
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure
Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
return of post.
P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor,
so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
FIRMIN/ANDRE
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with
pushed in by his blocks
Why do I why do I
Even try even try to sympathize
With the lies with the lies
That he put that got me so paralyzed
Why should I
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
ties
These blue strips gotta be first
I come from the shoe box street work
A O B im a P first
Gimme my gucci slides these christan lous make my feet hurt
Yo yo yo
They want that hot shit I am born with more drip than the Tropics
A Prophet telling my premonitions poetically
You not sick Huh well why you
father o Father o
When everything go set I say father o
I say father o Father o
When everything go set I say father o
Na who work in go chop
Na why I Dey
late night
That's why the beats that you hear are comin' real tight
Somethin' to roll to, somethin' to stroll to
If you's a playa in the game this
when you bounce, bounce (this is sponsored by the Goodfellas)
Oh, oh
U-S
H-E-R
R-A-Y-M
O-N-D
Skateboard P
And the J to the A the Y to the Z
mind, playing by the rules
On G O D, in my zone I’m T O P
I dot my Is I cross my Ts
Want smoke? Huh ain’t none y’all can do like me
On beats, OP
the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
new life with no fucks for NCP
No life for you dawg, man you don't know me?
Intro, I'm a young nigga and I can R.A.P
I'm the head of the classroom
ti gbo o (Darey l need)
Its 4pm me and my friends are gonna get a call (Awon boys)
Ladies to side (Side)
Then you shake dem up (Efizi)
Now its by 5
They can't get stuck there, noo
Don't that shit feel amazing when you up there
I put them P's up on a flight, they can't get stuck there
I'm tired
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I
Yup, Hovi's home
The newest edition to the Roc
(I don't plan to be no philosopher)
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps
and watch me spit
Their is no shame in me
Wipe my ass on all y'all screens
Level up then i'd make a scene
Bring ur face if u disbelief
Don't u leave…. eyes
Honey adey love you more more only you p3 adey want more odoyewu wo nkoaa na p3 Oo wo nkoaa na me p3 o wonkoaa na mep3 oo
Honey adey call call
I wanna
)
Sittin' in from st. paul (we're the s-t-e-e-l-e-s) (l) (s)
Cutie pie on vocals (jam) (m)
And by way of queens (master t) (p) (l) (s)
Hey, u ain't supposed 2
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