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P-p-p-p-pacman
Pacman
Eat them up, yum yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Powerpill
Powerpill
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Powerpill
Yum Yum
Yum
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P-p-p-p-pacman
Pacman
Eat them up, yum yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yummy
Yummy
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yummy
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
Yum Yum
One one one one two
P-P-5-D
Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D
I'm sayin, yo
Touch this yo, nahmsayin what?
Yo-yo, yo, 100%
Yo! On these seventy-three keys,
the lights off, you see a lot of life loss for the white horse
Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
the lake low
Why our women think we nothing
Whะตn we trying though
And why we only seem important
When wะต dying though
A Black men the biggest target
They be
gonna pull me through
Now with success, I become a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more problems
They wanna get me, wanna hit
been watchin' since the boy touched Atlanta
I'm da biggest mobster to eva' hit da pop charts
I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard
Get
P.I.M.P. ah
Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my,
off, you see a lot of life loss for the white horse
Regardless, the charges makin us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Ay who
DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I
get rough
Akon
The tough stay tough
Styles P
Up front
Let's go
Konvict
We in too deep to turn back now, D
Sure is
Watch yourself
get rough
Akon
The tough stay tough
Styles P
Up front
Let's go
Konvict
We in too deep to turn back now D
Sure is
Watch yourself
Gotta be P hating
The fist to your face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking
Whimp you with Jim faking,
narcotics amidst its risks and frisks
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks
The 666 cut W.I.C.
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
Girl I'm nastier than him,
I don't know why you still with him
Beat that pussy, go to sleep
She got that Tylenol P.M
Fuck that bitch until she tired
'Til
[Chorus - Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I couldn't
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
up trying to
Be the best MC'en now let me
In i got my Key in and with
Them alphabets I never use p-e-n
But I got a lot of paper, but a
Lot ain't enough
easy listening sound
with a cap and gown, not a CROWN
No glitter, no makeup
Just smashin lyrics, that make up
the be , D, and the P
You pay for
to act
We came in with the party pack
Dope got me hard headed like a hardhat
Got the red dot like target
Fifteen for the P thats a bargain
Lately I been
tough, Styles P, up front, let's go, konvict
We in too deep to turn back now D, sure is
Watch yourself before you get blown away
You know where I
really though
Take a look at you then look at me
I'm a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P
Or P-U-S-S-Y, it don't matter
How ya flip it, rearrange or move it
Niggas die
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