Lyrics:
I'm a alien
Yeah you watching the signs now
Shout out crowded cause I keep it P
And i'm telling these rappers to Pipe down
Like dvd i'll smack down
I
the 17th and
Couldn't even find ya come to find out
That you were fat mouthin' and you's a ho
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
habits, without sin I'd probably hate life
This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets will chill out
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
Rappers do the most fronting I be doing the headhunting
I make sure your stocks slumping
As for me I'm S&P bounded uh
I'm hardly trying my flow is always
a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top.
damn motherfuckin' hard, man
Yeah
I try to tell y'all, man, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't gon' give up
Shout-out to my dawg, Lucky. Shout-out to my
(2GlocckTopp)
Yeah, just like, bein' playa, like
You gotta be playa all situations
(In this situation, that's pushin' P)
Can't be half steppin', half
no breaks, trick and get it real fast"
One of you niggaz gon' feel these bullets
Six cannons, loaded, cock and pull it
West gang, ridin' out, that's
(Kissing)
I love you so much, don't never leave me, I won't let you leave
The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
Since 5 years
bitch, don't try it
By the time they get here, bitch, you gon' be lifeless
Yeah, I'm finna kill your bitchass
I just gave a little bitch dick, then she
the Mexicans, shout out my ese's
I got them racks, like P.U.A. Backpay
Codeine in a coffee cup, this ain't McCafe
Nigga want smoke, put that boy in a ashtray
I be
never give love without your whole body
R.i.p to hearts in the kids bodies
Don’t live a life out to die a nobody
Where does your heart lie, tell me who
Momma told me I’m her rising star
Really me and I go by Amar
If she leave me she not going far
Do me wrong and u gone by tomorrow
They ain’t bout
be doing it the best
I got, I got boys like the Pest, who be talking to the ref's trying to get us out the mess
I remember when I was young, I used
sample your music by lifting your break
fuk your soul with my goldie lookin' flow
cut off your penis on the david letterman show
take a deep breath, you're
to pebbles, exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that bass out yyour voice you talk to me in treble
I'm "Serious"
move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude
Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with
ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down
........
Break:
Go Brooklyn (x15)
Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth
Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
All tension is released upon
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