Lyrics:
(Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Know am talking bout)
Ooohhhh baby (R I P Pimp muthafucking C) Yeah
What else is there to do (R I P Easy
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
Shotters hating on f no ps in the locker
I’m in the t too that thamesmead town need p no loo
Late night setting She told me roll like swine I flew
Got there
(uh huh)
And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
There where the grimy and gritty
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
trying to kill
And uh, niggas like me used to slang birdies
Before niggas like me was into are-A-P
You see niggas like me ball wit nuthin but
that wronged me today
Well y'all can take the low road
I'll just take the highway
88 M P H
Till I R I P
Back to the Future
Like Marty
You K o D
I V I P
[Repeat 2X]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
[Background]
Heh-heh
S.P.I., and Kurupt
[Chorus 2X]
I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad
she said it back
She helped raise me so I gotta pay her back
I gotta do it now I mean I gotta do it fast
It's time to fly kid
No you can be who you are
matter it's hot
we call it music, music, music, music so we make songs that are catchy to keep you connected like tetris
(( Mikey P )) Verse 2
a little
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
I'm Bert, p'raps you've heard of me
Bert, you've had word of me,
Jogging along, hearty and strong
Living on plates of fresh air
I dress up in
by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there
I was in my zone, now I'm in a grave
Situation, I will make it past 21, R.I.P little peep, I think I'm going to go out that way
I don't really know
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Got the fucking mole
Maybe more cuz now we're outta P’s at all
I mean the Brexit, federation? Hell no
Please, everyone speaks as antiques
You fucked
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
There's piranhas in the pond
Pawn
Pawn
Pawn-paw-paw
p-p-p
Fuck
I need a challenger
I'm up so early, i'm my own manager
Even if my name is someone's you
P.I.C. by my side
Both of us
Both our lives
That we trust that the dust that builds up will always move by
You and I
Man and wife til the day I die
Which
and that's dependent, they can't keep them boys apart, nigga
Yeah, there go them Bompton and Oak Park niggas
Everybody eat, catch a body, you gon' starve,
that you wanna do
There's a crater named after
Al-Ma'mun on the moon
Civilisations build on each other
Not each to their own
My question: If people are
Spirits fly by appearing in your eyesight
Voices whispering you gotta keep your mind right
The truth is out there begging for the limelight
Eyes to the sky,
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
feelings
In the A.M
Cause by the P.M
Yeah they'll probably go away
You gonna tell me
Just how much you love me
Then watch how we turn it to hate
I'm out
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