Lyrics:
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Styles P verse 1
Benjamin
Ghost
Yeah
How many times should I pray a day
Cause I don't even sleep
I just stay awake
Hard being the players that
niggas just mug
I'm the prince on the block
And I never sold drugs
H-O-O-D that's were I rep
Gotta keep the g up
White tee I got prep
Most thugs don't
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
Try to challenge this, we could fight G
I rep my shit, head up, dead up
What up? Get wet up or cut up
Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?
I'm not
nothing left
But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
Killed a handicapped man for parking in
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
and fame
A wise man told me that you need allies in the game
And big gats muthafucka, we all got triggas
Nine-nine ain't bullshiting I'll kill me a nigga
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
M.O.P
Niezmienny rap buja mną i pozwala żyć
Mojemu sercu pozwala bić i
Ja znam się na tyle by wiedzieć że nie wiem o sobie nic
Byłem kim byłem, jestem
was golden
My slogan imposing words are spoken
By rats and rodents Da kush I'm rolling
You cursed w omens the showman
Fear no man or no men ya fear
M.O.P
Niezmienny rap buja mną i pozwala żyć
Mojemu sercu pozwala bić i
Ja znam się na tyle by wiedzieć że nie wiem o sobie nic
Byłem kim byłem, jestem
bambi
Presumen de pantis
Notas que no tienen ni un duro y van de dandis
Sonido mas puro que rapers que van V.I.P
Dancehall time criticar que sigo
Let me sit back & reflect on my memory
Can't name a nigga who bitching me
Raised by my mother but no ain't no bitching me
Most of these niggas be
though..
She tripping out, fuck she talking bout
Wow she's By far the farthest from being smart but regardless of the obvious
The white girls party
that m&p shield under my damn shirt
Catch that Pearl Street two piece prove that my hands work
No tough talk, if you know me trust thats how I give it up
like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five
Four more what you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first
point is unacceptable
I get the traffic whamming, G-P-S tracker jamming
Fish scale package mailing, shorty said she'll have the salmon
You fucked ya
you fell victim to the worlds decent
Put your ass in drive proceed with your ride
Before your left on the road nick name passer by
Young man you need
missing those Dipset beats (yeah)
Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB
Prodigy and Sean P
Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete
The Weeklys
RIP the GOAT
Yo, shout out my man Ricky_P12, angle3246
Overreact on Twitter, y'all know what's happenin'
My brother Dizz made this
ballin
She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking
I told her baby you could ride with a beast
Walk wit a g
Imma toss me a freak
She whispered
[Playa Hamm]
The P, a playa, a pimp, so add some paper
All combined to give these others the vapors
Now I'm a try and refrain from getting deep
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