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a peasant
Possessed by the power that she possesses
Presented her my heart and she broke it like a profession

That's P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
Power
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
three hundred sixty degrees
The cycle is square, a circle completion
D.O.P. is speaking -- people always ask the relation between
The cipher
as we got

Done with these niggas
I don't love these niggas
I dust off these niggas
Do it for fun
Don't take it personal
Personally, I'm surprised
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C. 

[Outro:]
puncture
Letting out air at a rate of 2 lbs per square inch
Per mile travelled
When the car is moving at 32 m.p.h.
And he picks up a hitch-hiker be	
Who
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
an R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY
conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME
The time will go fast, because I'm true blue
soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays
we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
Smoke a square and then prepare yourself
Monoxide, monox-boogie, mo diddy mo somthin. Smoke somthin
smoke a square bitch. Me and Violent J
I'm
need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!

I won't lie, I love P-you-S-S-why, (why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the American pie
open for some disrespect

Word around town is I pop these P's
Word around town is I hold these G's
Word around town is I blow these trees
Word
squares
Now if it were up to me
The piper would be up the creek
And the fiddler too
'Cuase neither one of you would be paid
I need the cash for getting laid
Shaolin drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement
Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement
Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
 The talk of heredity can't be quite true,
 He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two,
Yo! see'mon, see'mon
It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
M, dot O, dot P, ohh!
M, dot O, dot P
FIYAH! FIYAH!

Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT IT IN
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe
(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uh
(Even bitches got their shit tight)
Shaolin drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement
feat. dumb-dumb, Happy P, Low-G, Diamond, Grimm, Baby Beesh, Lil Bing
[Intro: dumb-dumb and Happy P]
(Lighting a joint)
(Coughs)
[Dum-Dum)
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