Lyrics:
of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out
who who
My manager telephone blowing up like a dynamite
If I'm ever on the greatest cover I'll be faded
They just be wondering how I am everyone's
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
the girls who's in love with theyself
This is for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This is
to the D to the O
To the U to the B to the L to the E
It's time P
To rip the M the I to C
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
K-Solo (yo) I pass P
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until
Aye, aye bun who did this man?
So me and you got, t.i.p., killer mike, lil jon, and bun be
So that's the king of the south.. the underground
I'm in HI, you know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's
'm running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
Salute to my brothers on the street cos I know hustle is your game
And I know what it feels like when they talk say to make money no be by play play
no other kids tell 'em who I be
A B C D E F G h I J K L M O
P P P P P P P the one and only
HNIC who holding NYC huh?
Listen, RIP season begins
Dead
Angelo did this one, dawg
Yeah, he shout out Lil' P.K
Nigga, I'm back
Fresh out the pen and I'm feelin' hella fidgety
Big chop in my lap fuck a glizzy
My
T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K
X's and O's who knows what all of that means?
P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T.
Must have took lots of hours for you to see
What I
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
know what I'm sayin' my nigga K-Lou in the studio
We just pervin'
Yeah, we on a ride, we just pervin'
[Master P talking]
Yeah, gotta go like that
You get a cock to my youngin
'
Whole bag of O's, we call them Funyuns
I be moving through these trees, real-life Paul Bunyan
I really got it by the P
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I
for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What did you
'm on the top of the leaf
Who is this guy, I am him, got a K in the West like I'm Kim
Face scary, mind grim, I shoot all day
I get baddies when I'm angry, I hate
to s##k Jamaican's c##k
And you never go Jamaica boy you is a flop
In Saint Lucia I am the dancehall boss
John the klong, you just a lil salop
Say your
I know who I am
I'm not who you think I am
I know who I am
I'm not who you think I am
I know who I am
I'm not who you think I am
I know who I am
bad yourself Kermit."
K-"Maybe you me and P. Diddy should cut an album!"
(laughs)
J- Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished
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