Lyrics:
off me, give me room to breathe
And you takin up my spot? Nigga please
I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nuttin good
Used to be a gentleman but
Soon as I’m off the plane, I grab my pad and my pen
And I go in like doors with no locks
See my nigga Sean P Decept, no Go-Bots
I expect y’all to show
off in a Charger, pull off in a Wraith
These niggas mad I can tell by they face
All a nigga ever needed was faith
Shorty told me all she needed was me
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
Take the door of ya Benz, p-p-pop 4 of your friends
This here ain't cynical (Uh uh)
Mental, subliminal, I'm physical, financial, and mental to be
shots
I aim for the head and I take off his thoughts
If you oota' come show me the plots
Got hit by scooter I know he ain't SWAT's
She got the fatty cause
shots
I aim for the head and I take off his thoughts
If you oota' come show me the plots
Got hit by scooter I know he ain't SWAT's
She got the fatty cause
I'm loyal to my set like Will loyal to Jada
I got this handheld but it's backed by a kayta
Got it brand new, now it's dirty a little
That light
Verse-1
I'm In My Bag <2KDay> ((NBc2K23)) ??
Verse-1
I'm a baller , by nature, (0. p. p.)
Mighty morphine Naughty By Nature, addicted
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
just for ours
Gotta keep a hard head, posted wit the Trey 9
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul ta take
I’m done wit takin my time off
I just take my shot I feel like Kennedy (Woah),
P cook that shit my nigga turn it to the high degrees,
She love me from face card get wet from my
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"
Verse 1 - Styles P
Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
to feel the breeze in this little town
I love it here, I could never leave
As long as I take as many trips as I please
Just to get my mind off of this life
Burning erbs like Jamaica
Still got 5 months on papers
Blow blunts by da flava
P.O. piss me gotta fake her
I'm So high God my neighbor
I'm So high
Before you say it's cheaper to keep her
We consider and read her
Man, she might be the type that want P to feed her
She wants a little cheaper,
like Evel Knievel
Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people
When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car
Bitches all in my face
to the nitty gritty
Step up, come on, come off, I'm havin' a ball
Take you on a ride
You think it was a free fall
Lyrical minded so you all can adapt well
Came
"Kuiii"
No cap like knee
Take a shot on three, smoke on tree
Slurping by the sea
Tea, get the sugar
I'm not bee, I'm not drinking it with honey
Thought I
a portrait
Too many p's I need me a forklift
I'm onna block like Alonzo Mourning
I be high by myself bitch I'm solitary
Picking off the plug yea I feel like
all this gets to me, a 360 deal in the recipe
Signin away your masters,and your soul, for an investment see
The problem is they payed you off once, they
of the losses that kiss me
I cut my losses deeply but now I cut profits swiftly
I'm just joshing when I said I wasn't saucing it
I was murking 360 no scope off
Yea
Closed eyes, open letters, hoping better
Hold on, so so long don't know better
I was wiping anxious sweats off my sweater
Thinking if I got it
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