Lyrics:
Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em I dropped Dreamchaser and I made A milly on ‘em It don't matter what city I'm in I'm going Philly on ‘em With my red P
you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and boos I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and cruise Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about schemein Wax the P
want a love affair It doesn't matter if we're being discreet 'Cause that's not me Don't want to play around I ain't down with o.p.p. Now you
sell?" Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?" He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business" I said, "Yeah, well it's
like you wanna make it bounce-uh with a real lady Bump-bump, can you handle all this up in the trunk-trunk? Beat's got tricks and stunts Up in V.I.P
like you wanna make it bounce-uh with a real lady Bump-bump, can you handle all this up in the trunk-trunk? Beat's got tricks and stunts Up in V.I.P
give me my P's If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these N-you-T's, like the you-N-V's I leave you down on your knees, down on your
What you know about that smack to the head huh Uce, this is that P.I Anthem Who told you bout that little fight on the weekend Dokz, cause of that
biaa chale more fila Ebi you p3 Abena ebi you p3 hm Ebi you p3 Maame abena ebi you p3 Woho adwene dwene aa Awo Abena Mentumi da We wiaa ma komma
greener Big words can you back it up One better I'ma give you 4 letters I'ma give you P T S D You've got it too all these memories attached to me Who's
I'ma do my thing Ain't no sucka that can stop me nah Face me, r. i. p I'ma lay you on the concrete uh I'ma need a gun Cause this suckas unpredictable
and the wranglers tight, yeah There's a party in the U.P. Mhm There's a party in the U.P. Mhm, mhm There's a party in the U.P., only you and me I can teach you lil
a whole bunch of pack and I'm known to get paid Went to college and fuck bitches about every day Graduated, went back to D.C., bitch, back in D.C U.P
So I live just like john montgotti, ha I trust nobody [chorus] [master p] Yeah you know what I'm saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there In
to be like P Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"
you're own bitch You've been pushing P's But you're broke as hell And he hatin' now and he begging me You cant even catch up you've been pushing P's You
know it's sad but I gotta pay the bills Who gives a fuck about me jack or jill [silkk] You know what p, man you right Cause if I live to see twenty-one,
Chorus 2x Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe You don't know the game 'till you fuck That's how it goes [master p] Young nigga tryin' to get rich Posted up
glee Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea Niggas flashin' that money like it's they
(48 Hertz) (That's gon' get me rich) (Prezzley P. Get you popped, nigga) (Get your ass popped, boy) Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
times The big Master P 'cause you 'bout it 'bout it That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep Just make sure you tell him its all free I'm sittin'
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow) Cereal, cereal killer (Arf arf, aow!) I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley After P-P-P stripped you empty
have to wait (no you don't girl) oh no you don't You know you don't have to wait (you don't) You know you got a V.I.P. pass girl! [Chorus]
put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the 'Quiet Storm' nigga who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
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