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hoe
If I really don't feel like ion' really pass tho
My moneys up I only talk about the cash bro
Momma said 'we just keep moving P's way too fast" Soo

Nox AR in the toy box no props
You pop up on that radar make that toy talk

Yeah, that boy talk info like its spilling out the mailbox
Raise a red dot

and started to teach
To make change
You're sounding all weak and can't hang
Out in the streets to tape slang
South end, C.D. and they name
c-P
cint' a buster

shit
Me fucking once ma Could leave a attachment
I love the sounds that she make when I clap it
She a real demon when she get to scratching
Pussy it

It's Kel P vibes
Many thing don really open my eyes
Many things don happen wey don open my mind
Things don happen for my life we make me realize
Say

Shot Up

Sticky Fingaz

Decade "...But Wait It Gets Worse" [Bonus Track]

2003

P-89 your mind, you won't forget that
Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped
On chase got shot in the face
Nine niggaz, broad to nothin, while

said oh well f**k it
Them n****s p***y anyway they wouldn't kick a puppy
My girlfriend spazzing oh well f**k it
Cause real talk I know her a** tripping

up like Jack the Ripper
And make my escape on the Newport Nipper

If you live in a house or you live in a mansion
I'll fcuk up your ringpiece like

Niggas rather diss and never spin no block like be for real
I got on from different sessions, they be faking like they kill
I don't talk a lot, so I let

even go an shop
We was locked in, now we can't even rock

Break it down, fuck it, serve it to the block
R.I.P. to Nard, I miss you more than a lot
If he

shit by myself like fuck a manger
I still don't know who the fuck that was following me in that challenger
Duck off for a few to rebuild my stamina
Came

Detroit, I been to the lou 
Was chilling on 8 mile r.I.P proof

I can't lie boy I swear that we get it in 
Talk about dev & I promise we spending Benz 
Young

need
Tell me what you need

You could tell me what you want but I got what you need
No, brodie don't need a scale 'cause he serve by the P
No, we don't

harder to sleep
Man, it's hard in the streets. Yeah, it's hard for a P
I to get by, living in the Chi, tryna live the life without a suit & tie
You can

that's mix and match
Got pounds of weed Lil' P got crack
Not using fists my choppa clap
If the bitch talk back then
The bitch get smacked
Got golden grill

sister I told her I don't know how to talk about my pain, Shit this is the only way I know how to yeah.
R.I.P to James and Zac and every other solider we

I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenile hall?
To make these niggas straight talk shit, about

Talk about Power, R.I.P. Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon' have a few issues
When Tariq finally

the zoo I'm a cool dude cross me watch How I turn into a villain
P**** nigga make you pop his ass like a willie
Stay out the way stack money to the ceiling

Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist

with P.
I remember when you got your very first tattoo
Now we're both covered
Through the highs and lows
We made the most of it
But now I know your true

Dropped one tune, now I'm doin' up madness
Bare talk 'bout backin' your G
When the Gs pulled up, nobody tried back it
Get out my face, you're a madman
P

know imma make it cause niggas made it that ain't no where near better
At the bank only time i talk to a teller
All my Niggas solid they went thru