Lyrics:
You're good for nothing so watch your P's and Q's
Best keep your nose clean and play it by our rules
Mind your way and don't make waves
And you'll
they said you found out the rapper T.I.p wit' us
I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time
Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
you're good for nothing
so watch your p's and q's
best keep your nose clean
and play it by our rules
mind your way and don't make waves
Ha ha, yeah, P!
What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here
Listen, P!
It go beast mode, I live by the street code
I beat foes the fuck up when
brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
8BSpace, Age-in baby
TSRight right right right
8BOne time
TSBeyotch
8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire
From
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In
so consumed by what I do?
Cause
I'm not your average
All that matters is
You 'gon r-e-s-p-e-c-t, me
Take heed or disagree
Either way, that's just
'cause that was a close call
Gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson
So is there any more questions?
Yes, as a matter of fact, there is
Have you ever
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
up and shower ??? and brush my teeth
And page my niggas, call my bitches, and card them snitches
Cause TRU niggas gon' ball, no matter what
Rain, rain or shine, shine
I'm gonna love you anyway
You can call me day, day or night time
Go anywhere you want
No matter how far, oh, oh
No
the fuckin' hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain
Blow, one mo' time for
give your man a pound
Let him know what's going down take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter shutting down
for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout
time to let him have it
You gotta keep on pushing
No matter how it feels or how it's looking
You bet not let yourself get backed up against the wall
But
(master p)
Oh yea
It's christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new years nigga (ha,ha)
Y'all didn't think we was gonna do it again
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
what I'm saying?
I mean, this is me: P
I'm speaking for my fucking self
When you see me:
At the show
Or on stage
Or on the street
I DEFINITELY
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is eazy or just
for sure, my folks unite
Soon as the flow get nice
The poltergeist that scare emcees
My prototype for every
My share of D's and R.I.P
She know my
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