Lyrics:
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
swagger like puff
No one on the corner have swagger like puff
Swagger like us, swagger like puff
Sing this song for me bitch
Hey yo P give me my gun
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
to
1800, I'm blunted, fa cert'
Snoop d-o-dub', pocket full of dubs
All my niggas dubs, rollin' on candy
Feelin' like meh, square bitches can't stand me
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
Yo! see'mon, see'mon
It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
M, dot O, dot P
FIYAH! FIYAH!
Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT IT IN
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
a vibe while you can when you get one (one)
Then sit back and hit the square 'til the shit done (done)
Shotgun, gas mask shit or just a beat
You can
life is play it for keeps
Pray for the mother who weeps
Pray something brings you some peace
I need my p by the week
Then a day by the week
Son I need
cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In
WYRE from the East side
P SQUARE from the West side
East Africa ,West Africa
To all Africans,
We bringing it home
East Africa ,West Africa
To all
to bleed
Living foul with was his style broken down to the knees
Begging & pleading
Please P I got 3 seeds
Devilish deeds got em rolled up like sleeves
you're doomed *breath* no one will be spared
By my pen I named Charlotte, cuz she woos with flair
Sends you back to square one when you're done, it's
no square I fit in as a star
Where we are, this is top shelf talk
A half ticket? Try a Jackpot
Live before the Cars, Buzz, Boo
Let the facts talk
Sid
done took off lapping
Niggaz had a 4 year head start, by the way
Yella baby got her body did, hair & nails did, but scarred in the face
Pull out, all in
hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit
You're not on my mind
Yeah
And well
Well, I'm sittin' right on square one
Tryin' to get my head
Where it all started
Yeah
Can I live? (Can I
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who
open for some disrespect
Word around town is I pop these P's
Word around town is I hold these G's
Word around town is I blow these trees
Word
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