Lyrics:
the rhythm hit em
I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system
If you were them, you'd best prepare
the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin'
Dub see, hoo-ridin' for the chip but still hustlin'
[Hell Razah]
Yeah, yeah yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like
to smoke with me
To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care
Dirty piss violated again I'm in the system and I just
das Kämpfen in meinen Venen
War am Block hier Tag und Nacht, nur der Stärkste überlebt
24/7 wach, illegal ist das System
Ihr wollt nicht in meine
Yeuch! Brother J says yeuuch! Hmmhmmhmmhmm..
[Professor X]
Ahhhh! Straight from the temple of everlasting
ME! P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah)
see a little clearer
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain't close as they appear
Black Ice, big trees in the system
Pipes Loud, if you
Liquid A to A Geymour K
Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q
Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P
Robots form their head loops, form their head
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
it feels so good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze
thinkin how can I get mo' cheese
Bumpin a system costin 4 G's
I stay
멍청한** 난 뿌리부터 다른 삶
을 살고 있지 대학은 걍 취미지
돈 낭비아냐 임마 장학금 백퍼 간지지
난 하고 싶음 해 아니다 싶음 걍 배째
난 하고 싶음 해 그래서 *나게 랩 해
난 P mo f**kin Z f**kin O N E
이게 내 이름이지 평소완 다른 땜삥
난 P
Luteinent of a label full of soldiers nigga
Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers
[Master P]
Nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers
charges against my client
Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather
For 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's
Dotting his I's and crossing his T's
Crockett
You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P doe
Can't stop now (why) 'cause I'm diesel
EPMD back in effect on your rap set
der Jagd nach Liebe
Check meine Odyssee
Kopf ist Pilot, was für Flugzeuge im Bauch? Fick Oli P
Auf der Jagd nach Kohle, auf der Flucht vor Thorsten
lands eighty V
I skate off in the woods southside shady P (shady p)
[Chorus]
Yo, yo pull up in the seven seven cutlass and I'm throwed
Got
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me
Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged, though, hard like P
Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You fagot
the back of the P's
Black fatigues and ? On the sofa
50 inch flat screen Louie Vitton holdsters
My motions don't appeal to repel at divisions
I did it
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
d'la censure si le son griche, leur seule heure juste provient d'Greenwich
Y'achètent le temps à coup d'pourliche, leur salade à un p'tit goût louche
eight
Moving two point liters down
All systems go red lights are off
Greens are showing
Coming through
Levels shifting get swift
[Chorus:]
Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me
Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere
we nuh gon coke it, yo
(Coke it, yo)
Set we mind at ease, we gotta take it slow
So when yuh see di S.P. floatin', don't provoke him
'Cah di weed
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