Lyrics:
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like: "Oh, well! " (well!)
When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
Stack cash and laugh
featuring J Treds
[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P
I be hustling everyday
You know I love the money
Say they do it real big
They ain't done it like I done it
Put you on an airplane
Send you where ever
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
like 80's this player shit n its wavey
you know a young nigga motto thats get to the paper daily
tiffany tammy stacy the rolex nixon n c.P
got
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
Y'all want to know why the album is late
I've been giving y'all time to get the last one straight
T-O-T-P back when me and Doc put them days in
yeah yeah
Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too
What i want when i come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
RAP
Not too long ago, i was
nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
dawa'
If not we smoking on GG
She know the verses to all of my songs
She love when I rap on the P-beat
I'm watching Martin on TV
I've seen it before it's
a kid by me, You more lucky, tryna have my kidney
White girl off the Whitney, Diamonds Tiffany, Sing to her like T-Pain on Epiphany
Call me a lawn, cause
About everything I love,
To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker,
Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer,
Tear up the Dom P
Deathwish on my chest gold all on my neck
Remember how I would stress they told me I was next
Everyday I'm fresh cause my whole team love to flex
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
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