Lyrics:
Youngins' be playing, I'm not with the games
Tryna' get me a K'
I'm surrounded by greats
You don't move at my pace, man get out my way
Lil' Shawdy, what is
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Written by : P$L & HK
to keep it P, we gangsta, bitch, we keep it G
Mova know we in the streets, tryna make it in the industry
Soon as I had build a name, that's when I started
know you not, you fool (You not)
I'm with the man like, uh, two
Runnin' 'em out of the trap with the tool
Ooh
In with the trap, you through (You through)
young and im lit
Staydown by myself now I'm poppin My shit
I could flip me a hunnid but niggas is rich
Ion kno Nuffin but dracin his r.i.p.
Could be that
In the center like Jihadi
Your salty conversations about me and my relations
I done had, made man
A gang of baby Dads
Why you whinin' like you
writer since Hov on 'em
Now that's Nirvana, Dave Grohl
On 'em, the man, the music
To making a king, the crown
The heir to the throne on him
Neighborhood P
where I am
G I thank God
H I'm reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down
Heather don't need no aight
I I'm not the greatest but I'm practicin to be
and grind like E-S-G
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
see think she wanna stay with me
That's cool with me
Yeah, you went to make the play with me
Sold two a piece
These G Wagen keys, this a Gucci fleece
stockings
No candy canes
No gingerbread
No safety net
No loose change
No change no
ONE HOMELESS MAN
"Santy Claus is coming"
ALL
Santy Claus ain't
there's a lump in my pants
And when I hit the club they call me the money man
I hit the V.I.P that when I spend a couple grand
Then I walk on the floor
cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic
trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry MC's never seen this.
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
cause while Compton's
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Styles P verse 1
Benjamin
Ghost
Yeah
How many times should I pray a day
Cause I don't even sleep
I just stay awake
Hard being the players that
niggas just mug
I'm the prince on the block
And I never sold drugs
H-O-O-D that's were I rep
Gotta keep the g up
White tee I got prep
Most thugs don't
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
Try to challenge this, we could fight G
I rep my shit, head up, dead up
What up? Get wet up or cut up
Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?
I'm not
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
nothing left
But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
Killed a handicapped man for parking in
and fame
A wise man told me that you need allies in the game
And big gats muthafucka, we all got triggas
Nine-nine ain't bullshiting I'll kill me a nigga
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