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Get slapped or get clapped
For a rack this ain't runts
Why it's in the runt's pack
Finna take a flight to Cali
Bring it back
Caught my young niggas

by the soul of fucking Satan 

Reason of absence?
Definitely not coked up or on absinthe
why do that when I'm blessed wit a bad bitch
Nah the real

stole my chick honestly I be like "which one"
Play a track for my fam and they be like "damn son"
R.I.P to the young grandson
Diving hard throw it up ref

Kissing beautiful dimes of women, P-phife like a Five foot Assassin
Unseen the way my flow works its way up in your blood stream
Cured by two doses

Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something

Superstar

Mike D

Ghetto Dreams

1998

to what, claim
A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T
Living in luxury, doing it like a O.G
Everyday, all day
I'm starched down, piece on my neck I don't

Crestside

Mac Mall

Untouchable

1996

big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot

As fast as Sonic
He said it's Alright by
The one and only Logic
Thinking about it
Makes me feel so nostalgic
The under pressure
Album was so fantastic
My

album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad

believe
I'm the young king you said ah could never be

When ma New album turn dem anthem anthem
Ah wan dey chill with man dem steady toping the charts

Na Na

N-Dubz

Against All Odds

2009

Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naii
Na, na, naii, naii

I am a rapper slash nang singer songwriter
From when I was a young guy

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance

Homies be waiting five years just to drop an album
I'm homies cause I be meditating up in the mountains of Shaolin
Like, hmm, don't talk to me
You ain't

Blowin' Hot Air

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him

Jody, wassup?
Weezy, wassup?
Chris Locke, wassup?
O.P., wassup?
Carson K, wassup?
Duet, wassup?
Joe the Pro, wassup?
ATX, wassup?
Champ

I'm just rolling up L, thinking bout a M
N I'm selling by the O smoking out the P
Cool young Nigga from the Yak, right next to The D
I been bumping

still young, 
I'm in the prime of my game
Like Metroid , cannons go Bang
Metro, I got that P, see us
For the old BS, keep it silent
cnd just, let the work

up anger and aggression
It got so bad that I quit showing love and affection
Was a young nigga felt just like a old nigga stressing
No cap the doctors

with a knife
We gon' give him a crew cut
Nigga walk down, get burned like the Ku Klux
Call you Chris Brown
You post with a deuce up
Muva asked me why I'm

Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token

cap
Me and young shadow go back
Let me shed a lil light on these facts
I wasn't impressed by yo raps
I resonated witcho soul
This nigga had a heart gold

Superstar [Chopped & Screwed Version]

Houston Hard Hitters

Screwed Swisha House Mix

2000

a playa got a bigger name
Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame
Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim
A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T
Living