Lyrics:
Damn I love this bitch I buy her bags every season
She said that she hate me and I give her every reason
Bitch I'm P forever, and my sweater A eden
Park
My heart was warm with family love
As I slipped into a chair
Beside my Uncle John my daughters
'cross the table there
I'd walked the docks in misty
Become his weakness?
Our roses have been tricked!
They have been picked so many times, by
Generations before us.
Our roses have grown sick.
Poisoned with
the bucket
Well, will we endure?
Some want us to kick the bucket
That is for sure
Some want us to kick the bucket
We must endure.
*It ain’tgonna rain no more
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Anuh ntn normal
Bal e' pon feet a
Genuine ting dawg 8 Bill's feit (US)
Four by four and three's by three's
Gyal dem a roll from the West Indies
Check up
Tryna buy them new glocks
Put that switch on them glizzy's
When they shoot it don't stop
When it rain it's gone flood
Got it straight out the mud
People
be doing it the best
I got, I got boys like the Pest, who be talking to the ref's trying to get us out the mess
I remember when I was young, I used
clothes
Any witness gets a .9 cold, could do this with a blindfold (oh)
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
believe that's me
Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC
P attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin' wit the chrome,
robbing hoods Men in Tights. I swear its like
My thunder be making it rain. My thunder be making it rain. My thunder be making it rain. My thunder be
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
introduced me to his friend John Raymond
And we formed a group called North West Disciples
We all went our separate ways as we got older
But Rob and I and John
KNOW HE WON'T EVER FORGET ME
BROUGHT MY FAVORITE FLOWERS
SAID IT WAS INDICA SOUR
I KNOW THAT 'D' IS SOME DOPE
BUT IS THIS 'P' IS THE POWER
THAT'S WHY HE
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake
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
parents round
Now big groups kinda scare us now
'Cause we know we might have to air it out
If we to much of one color or our brothers
Like we didn't grow
on the side of my ribs by my kidneys
Don't get stain if you hitting civilians, green dot on a opp for precision
Green dot to the Watts in the prisons, protocol
Jay-Z infiltrated the south by making "nigga what nigga who"
And the markets fell for it
I wish master p would be signed an artist like me to balance
Hey, yo, well back on my South Side Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up
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