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one, hut two
Hut three, hut four (Sell that pussy for me)
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for
was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this is
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this
time
Jesus got my back P.O.D.'s on the frontline

Three in the power of one, three in the power of one
Three in the power of one, three in the power
at the crossroads or by humiliate
The man of blues can sell his soul
We'd rather party with the demons
Down below

Light up the marshall stacks
We're killing
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this
was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this is
[Featuring Master P] 
Master P: 
Yo see 
I'd like to mourn the dead (Kevin Miller) 
And acknowledge the livin' 
Know like they say 
You can
is man
We clip up over here nigga

What's Your Name Fool?

[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
or get routed

I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood screamin see p 3
hater

(Chorus)

I ain't saying no names
Its a lot of player haters ain't true to the game

Verse 3 (Master P)

Player haters in ya face want
sell her little pumpkin just to raise
Her sweet daddy's bail

You must be daddy's little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddy's
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car I sold it
If this is
the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Shiit.. I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
You better go
What will you sell
With the glasses and suit
Heart and soul
It won't wear out

That's not enough I want what's inside
Fish fillet knife would cut
lose control, but not my soul 
Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold 
Sell for the black man, to buy me control 
P, Tek and Kweli,
on
Securin' you, who's securin' what?!
Watch the door

Now I'm down to do your thing if your thing's the right thing
P.E. ain't tryin' to hear no fat lady
really I don't know 

But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go 



(Chorus) 



Verse 3 (Master P) 



Tell me is this heaven, is
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
Stacey Adams

I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.

And then he cried out one give
-A-see, R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better
to give away my soul for nothin'
Don't want to sell myself door to door
I just want to know that..

Every time I fall back
You grab my shoulder to keep
Winter did come
Washed down with blood
Gulped down your sun
And ogre brood souls
Gnaw cheese from the moon
Dream of wells by the road
In darkened bedrooms
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their