Lyrics:
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
feeling up inside
I got problems in some way Yoo
Murder on my mind
Fuck a dancefloor
I'll take it back to purgery
With 5 guys in a hoopty
2 Shotties
strung out on pipe dreams
And hippy-girl don't mind
Knows rebels don't get taken by the line
She never stops to look behind
She's gone like the 60s
Believe me, when I say
Before light, there was dark
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?
If I
ain't shit but long division
A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench
Kids kaleidoscope into an arch and two by two
what they say know they wait on my demise
Leo let 'em know I was born for this life
Been stuck up in the dark I'mma break out to the light
Through
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
you runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that
of a Sandman
Bringin' you a dream outta tha' merciless badlands
Quench my blood thirst in this blood sport with a bang, bang
Beat the shit out ya pops and invite
a Brotherman.
I pray Almighty will, take you from Mizraim...
Help you achieve your Ghetto Dreams...
Hello Brother.
Can you hear me.
Yes ma Blood, my
Afraid to close your eyes
Too scared of what you'll see
The nightmares, blood, the horror
But it's just a dream
You know it's not for real
It's
addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring
sixth I lost my life too
It's like I'm here in a dark dream
Nightmare, hear screams recorded
Say that it sounds distorted but
They know who it was
That
packing dynamite so ask yourself, you wanna die tonight
By the time I'm finished I'll be the champ like Iron Mike
I'm like a blood hound, one round I'll
on the spirit not just halloween
The disharmonious have difficulties in their dreams
That nigga tap his temple trying to figure what it means
He forgot he told
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by
this world, and it got dark early at 5 and I felt hollow
I walked through alleys to feel my heart pump in the tall shadows
I'm the only thing that haunts
By the blood of Christ
This covenant's a dream deal
Yeah sorry not sorry I'm unapologetic
And if I lent you my lens, you would not forget it
This new
meet by fake deeds
I'll take dreams, make 'em real
Take peace, place, peel
Stick that shit 'til it makes deals
Always Strong how it fuckin' feels
Never
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
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