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I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
three hundred sixty degrees
The cycle is square, a circle completion
D.O.P. is speaking -- people always ask the relation between
The cipher
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C. 

[Outro:]
puncture
Letting out air at a rate of 2 lbs per square inch
Per mile travelled
When the car is moving at 32 m.p.h.
And he picks up a hitch-hiker be	
Who
an R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY
conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME
The time will go fast, because I'm true blue
soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays
we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!

I won't lie, I love P-you-S-S-why, (why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the American pie
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
squares
Now if it were up to me
The piper would be up the creek
And the fiddler too
'Cuase neither one of you would be paid
I need the cash for getting laid
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
Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement
on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin' over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin,
Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
 The talk of heredity can't be quite true,
 He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two,
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe
(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uh
(Even bitches got their shit tight)
feat. dumb-dumb, Happy P, Low-G, Diamond, Grimm, Baby Beesh, Lil Bing
[Intro: dumb-dumb and Happy P]
(Lighting a joint)
(Coughs)
[Dum-Dum)
Go
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)

Give me my
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
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny motherfucker with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
make it, I couldn't take it
I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it
And now I see why, since I was knee high
I swore to live and die by
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