Lyrics:
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin
You know what it is
Bitch nigga try
Make up, and break up
That's all we do
Then we have sex, next thing you know
Everything is cool
Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy
Like we
Make up, and break up
That's all we do
Then we have sex, next thing you know
Everything is cool
Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy
Like we
at the same time
I been the Prince of this shit
Before I turned nine
I was spitting that law
Before I turned five
Real talk
I ain′t lying
I was raised by
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
Secure the bag (Secure the bag)
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
Secure the bag (Secure the bag)
She make me cry
She make
Talk about Power, R.I.P. Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon' have a few issues
When Tariq finally
wasn't born with no one hand-in-hand
You'd think they was on Acid way they asked for a second Chance
I don't care bout the awards that's what I mean by
is played out (played out)
Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow (tomorrow)
All your guns is borrowed, I don't
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
everything but complacent
Like my dream is adjacent but
I can't make a move
Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic
I'm still at it, every record I record
{"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
that I'm the king by how I move through the city
And I can make it a queen and move through it with me
I can tell that your ready I can see that your
She talk a lot
I was minding on my P’s and Q’s
She got the subject changing like it’s seasonal
Talking my ear off like she blew a fuse
Pop pop
Bang bang
of you man want beef and
None of you man want heat, listen
None of you man want smoke
None of you man make P's
None of you, none of you
None of you man
Batterram's rollin task force swarm
Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high
Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide
Intense is a sense of ignorance
When
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie make some noise
G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying (yeah)
People Crying (uh huh)
Lord help us
Bono:
Oh Mother, mother,mother
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
mans got lift by a street hoe
She done it before like R.I.C.O
Scrap up boy Ima fawad to the ting
(Ting)
Talk up again Ima pull up with the bling
(Bling)
like a rockstar shit
This that party hard p-party like a rockstar (star star)
This that pussy poppin shit
This that make a Nigga trip
This that
make man vanish
Bang and the dirt is gone like vanish
Cash it
I want the p’s in hand
I want this flip to land
Pack it
Get me a 3.5 I’m tryna light up
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
mobb on
Yeah motherfuckin' G shit jumpin off tonight
Motherfuckin' fire, beotch!!
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say
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