Lyrics:
Fly Out Pon Jet
Turn Main target
1 a the time Donโt
Judgement
Me nah stop sell me lie dem sinna me be and a white people a buy them affi turn
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
Lock your target (Lock it on 'em)
Lock your target (Lock it on 'em)
Lock your target (Lock it on 'em)
Rolling sevens everyday like P
Trying to bend
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,
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'
[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
Errbody knows us
Target aiming back off, baby, let it burn
Yes sir (yes sir) captain (captain)
๋ช
๋๋ก we will take it all
(T-O-P gang!) Full ์
์
keep
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
I'm back on target
Move like water
We still ducking charges
Do do no flaudgin
Bitch we mobbin
Need to hit my target
I'm back on target
Move like
that your envied?
(Uh huh)
Yea, look, I finish what I started
I paint her face up, girl I told you I'm an artist
c target, but P gone always play
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,
E double M P O W E double R
E double M P O W E double R
E double M P O W E double R
E double M P O W E double R
Hi my names Emmpowerr you know people
to collab
Target on my back, dots on me like itโs mo-cap
Seen with the team
With my dawgs, with my G's
R.I.P. that's the three
You can't join, that's how it
Put some respeck on my name
I'm on a whole different lane
Consider the boy a stoner 'cause P's gotta have a Jay
P's gotta get the cake
Bad case
I was doing this for you
Now I'm doing this for me
They can not stop where I'm going
I'm tryna get to the p's
They acting blind but soon they Gon
(Woo), MD. Yeah, JVA Let's go, let's go
LDN to the B, Rollie, A.P. Rollie
Sixteen, yeah, TREY FIVE NINE
A.P. Rollie, when you see me, Dior me
I get
shots they never miss on target they always hit my skills
Killing o-p-p my way shoot em up all day blast an opp away
Its a good day there are more anyway
them creeps
If I think he movin' shiesty, Ima make him R.I.P
Real mannish in the streets, so I ride with the heat
I cruise to the music and I look around
I'm O.T.P to my bro that's ski
I'm like Fuck a D.O.B
Y.I.C
K.M.T
D.P.M.O i'll show this glee
Buss it on the back roads i cant do it on mains
I'm in
That was flexin' so fuckin' hard
He's toxic
I'm gonna go nuts (I'm gonna go nuts)
And he comes with a warning label
What tha motha?
Goin' (C4p) nuts
Grab it up, wrap it, up, bark it
Hop in it, whippin it, park it,
On the lookout for them targets
Hop out, then run up and clarte him
Baby welcome
I've long departed
Guess that made me a target
Gethsemane,
Cant get to me,
I'm a warrior in the garden
Aye rly I'm jus gettin started
I ain't even coming
shooting nd smokin we like mafia
Knew i was gone make it these fuck niggas trying to copy us
I can't shop at target, my shorty he a target
U try one of us
Yeah yeah, fck I'm talkin' 'bout right here?
Niggas ain't ready knowhatimsayin?
My nigga P kiss, c'mon
Livin the life, steady keepin it tight
Never
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