Lyrics:
love y'all, man, look
This what I'ma say about Def Jam, look, man
We had some ups and downs, you know what I'm saying?
My first album, I was getting
signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's
remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from
remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from
the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
the same damn speech to the oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
man, God to what?
You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down
I got the fuckin album B!
I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em,
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
summer"
I'm running my race & the prize is fedi
Gravitic flux like Sigma, these bars is heavy
Last place rapper man you niggas nowhere near me
At the top,
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
you smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco
the funky-funky beat
Dolette M. and Janice P.
Playin' background vocals for you and me
Playin' everybody's got to get goin' with the thing
For the man for
Not another nigga, nah, not another nigga
Dropped on the front line with
A cop behind the trigger
Throw your spirit in the sky
Probably drop you down
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Khalifa
Man said, "Come 'round the corner," you're joking
Man tryna talk like he's touching us
Man best run when you see man come
Son, you can get
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