Lyrics:
around, but they in the red
Tone got Heroine bricks and P's around and play with the meds, ay (let's get it)
Family reunion Tone surrounded by rich,
Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing,
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up up on me
Turn around and face 'em,
Pump pump and fade 'em now.
16s, rappin' 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16, yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can't switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our
I'm Pistol pete
I'm a real member, been by the body, boy, it's a master P
Every time I see a new hoe, it's a meet and greet
But don't ever think
around the corner
I'm scared and unprepared and
Ignoring that which is imminent
Nah, sat in the hammock
Trash at my back, only two of six in my pack
John F. Kennedy
This how I live, I ain't saving no pictures, I ain't gotta keep up with images
Ain't talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
Baby keep me on my P's
Let's break down a hundred P's
Gucci gas go thirty-three
But gotta get thirty P
I don't even need a reason to
Hit you with
checkin' my peep mo'
I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
Like, R.P., Alpo
Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
All I need is
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
know you got it, yeh P
P Can't see tomorrow today because you blinded,
The odds stacked up against us is one sided, P
cll this death they tryna turn
to shop and me spending that hard
Oh my God is that a black card?
I turned around and replied why yes,
But I prefer the term African-American Express
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,
Teach 'em early on, early as they can be
And maybe they can go further than me
Comin' from a city where bullets
Turn bro's into souls
Who knew from
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
Remember this oil by augustus john?
These are the ones I found in rome.
There are few things I keep for long.
When does your plane leave for cologne?
I
Remember this oil by augustus john?
These are the ones I found in rome.
There are few things I keep for long.
When does your plane leave for cologne?
I
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Yo John roll another one, pearl it tight
Yo Fendi you keeping it tucked right
TP Bands gon make 'em see the light
Rah Cap in the cut gon blitz
Zay G
a mini me like my damn son
I'm connected like cable T.V
Niggas mad cause they wanna be me
John Cena bitch you can't see me
Gang gang yea that's my GG
FMC
Perfect planning prevents poor performance, we pushing P out here
Papa johns drops fifty percent every time my heat win in here
I'll up the glizzy, WHAT
God need her
Divine Queen Ripanti
She want me find a job and find Jesus
But she don't know that with these raps I'm John Cena
Said P go zero to 100 like
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