Lyrics:
callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
make man vanish
Bang and the dirt is gone like vanish
Cash it
I want the p’s in hand
I want this flip to land
Pack it
Get me a 3.5 I’m tryna light up
what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly
If it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me
My wrist talk say suck
spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no
need him
Niggas say they love me
But it's fake
that's how it be with niggas
So just like my hat
I keep it P with Niggas
Had to take a step back
Hold on I
cause I chewed 'em
So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations
And the C-P-T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain
Bitch what's it gonna take to notice me, I'm holding p's
Regret I ever told you things you know bout me
My brodie gets the work by keys, we up no
being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration
(Damn P)
I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see
(Fuck these niggas man, real talk)
I'm
a Noble nosin' under and moanin'
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a Vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick
cause I chewed 'em
So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations
And the C-P-T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain
trust me
But I know who I am, God don't make ugly
Or mistakes or lies, my mistakes is mine
Told my girl pack her bags, no more wasting time
Any excuse
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
now I gotta make this quota
It's like time running out
I'm losing way to many soilders
I got p's in my trap
Right now I can not loose focus
I got keys
see me as you lay up on the rise, tell me
Real talk, why you try and go ahead and be a narc?
Why you try and go ahead and see us talk?
Then you go
you got to
Watch out! Louisiana jug wine and conk out
Throw her hands high and make her backside pop out
Watch out! If you don't have the V.I.P
tryna make bags on ma knees I pray
Deaf to your talks with my beats by Dre
Where the money dey man go dey
It got me feeling like Dangote
I be tryna make
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
money
But I ain't gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the see to the you to the L-T-why
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-see-E make niggas feel
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