Lyrics:
Superfly is in action
Livin' life by the sword like a Samurai
My bars stay sharp like a Bushido blade till Yin and Yang collide
Till it's time to tighten
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.
chorus
and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars
the blade gleam then I thrust her never trust her
You can tell by the way I talk, the way I walk
You want me to stop
You're mean muggin'
I'm a dirty
in your)
(Wake you up and as I stare in your)
(I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned)
Remember P, the one you got your whole
Any nigga threatening P, you bugging
I got a thousand soldier, we dumbing
Catch P all by hisself, I got something
Then puncture your flesh my blade
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P, yuugh!
Young, obnoxious,
są tu blade rzeczywistość ewidentnie z nami w chuja tnie
Każdy wytyka wadę a zmian żadnych tylko w mordobicie się brnie
O życiu pojęcie blade mające
cried this world is not for me
There's no cajoling
Of vapid memories
The blade of certainty swings low
As images of sighs abound
P.S
You can run for
the door at 8 p.m.
And my razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
The man at the bar had a v-neck vest on
No, it
Surrounded by plastic cups
They looked like unfinished drinks to me
A reaper look alike appeared from the abyss
Smoking a spliff
Yo you got the P
Yo you got
to my city yea right to the p
They said I'm top now, but who really play me
Topping a chart wow, now no one can tame me
Mindset is sharp now, the world
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
my keys
She said what's more
I said its make believe
Pay for these
And when I mean by pay I need pape like p's
Rapped all up
No deposit pack it up
Ya
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
gon' need it homemade
I be coming home late, bad bitch, long face
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
96 Don P, I have that with Corn
G's bunch of soldier shit
That's how It's gon' be until it's over wit
Nigga fuck around wit me that nigga over wit
Break the pound to quarter P's until
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
a ride with me)
lets go(he aint a baller like me)
let him go(uh skillz)
(shotcalla like me, he aint rollin like a G, imma P.I.M.P, baby)
im not a playa i
yeah I stacked for this day
I'm a P.I.M.P., I'll take you back to the blade
'Cuz I really ain't gon' be the only one my knees
Uncle Snoop raised me
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
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