Lyrics:
be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
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
a meal
Niggas getting murked and we trynna make a mill
Hope you proud boy
I know you heard about them proud boys
Donnie Thornbury they some wild boys
I
P's weren't easy (easy)
I'm with Sheeran now, it's cheeky (mad)
Feds can't believe I'm on TV
They're having flashbacks of CCTV
Tough luck (ooh), he
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
we might as well shine together
(All up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure
(The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)
P
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
share
Makin rhetoric comin through shit we done did
Cause I lay laws down like the mayor do
Boy look I'm buck wild
Plus I got mo styles
to kill my high new nigga, I can beat your ass
Steal from the rich, and I'll fucking keep it like I should
I ain't gonna share, call that shit Robin Hood
P
now yall know yall wild
Shit like that I jus say whatever, and crack a smile
He ain't no dummy, he got the gun tucked by his tummy
They think shit funny
Playing sounds on Avenue A
So much drama in the NYC
Hard being P-O Popa Chubby
So hard being used
White boy had to sing them blues
Transition was my
A.P. on the mix right now
When I'm on the mic make the crowd go wild
Black boy, school boy, whatchu gonna do boy
Make a coulple billi get your family out
F R 3 before the E
Boy I'm back at it again
Aye I'm free n fly forever
All I do is play to win
Look I'm fully motivated
A lot of rappers full of shit
and think back
When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every lost child at present
Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially invited
Dropped Some Cartiers But I Dropped A Shooter
Pretty Boy Turned Goon Now That Boy A Shooter
Home Schooled By My Peeps, Streets Was My Tutor
You Ain’t Met
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Yea, Yung Joc listen
Here baby yea won't you make ya
Move ya best move
[Chorus]
Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks
Dope boy get fresh
[Chorus - Opium Black]
Dem boy they are di real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in a di morning (Yeaahh)
Lion Food by di
I inject the venom
Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in 'em
Rushin' like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo
Reckless like the P-L-O, bring it back
swingin, with ??
Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin'
If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin'
It's the return of that Memphis boys that been
world
Lil boys sit down sit down
你晓得你在哪儿
Lil boys sit down sit down, you know where you at
Welcome to my world
Verse 2 PSY.P
隔壁的商店在放我的歌
The shop next
like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm
as a child
School boy, no new schools, living wild
All I wanted is to make my momma proud
But she said that I followed the wrong crowd
Ay, ya, the crowd
Bullet Boy like Ashley
Now im tryin to mash p, push white smash b
Tryna cop the drop top
Two smoking barrels and a lock stock
Line ringing non-stop, firing
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