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P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low
Pro-black and it ain't no joke
Comin' straight from the mod that broke shit last time
Now I'm back with a brand new
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want

Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
I let these niggas approach me
On the East side where my coast be, look closely
Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness
can't refuse
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You want to go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)

Everybody's coming with guns
Niggas gettin' pimped by
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
York niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like
to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be
I'm talkin' 'bout bitches 

so ya needs to come right with a quickness (come right) 

and instead of tryin' to duck and dodge 

and be crafty you
to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
seatbelt 
Cause you in for a long ride

Now I be damn I been a man
Figure I never call myself a nigger
To get Benjamins
What's love got to do with what
Dodging problems of the world drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. Walt, I'm seein' all dimensions
But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur
at em, knock they chin off their face
But they still comin' at me, hands out, they want to base
They must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks
I
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat

Over there, but I think
with them thugs from the are-O-see
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
I'm still comin up with Lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
it ain't the same 
And its plain ta see I ain't the same man
Beat a bitch, Rob
rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger,
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them
The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he
The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like
Comin' with the buttahs, production why-O-G 

Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly 

Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto 

Dayes ya go,
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat

Over there, but I think