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Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by
Fuck every girl 'cause I ain't got a type
You just on the hype, you shit on the mic
When I'm on the mic, I still pedal by on a pedal bike
Never slow
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
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
you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens
day off
I said no day off
We don't take no days and no L's bro
No L's no L's
No L's no L's
No L's no L's
No L's
We don't take No L's no L's
We
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the Atlantic ocean
As I flow in slow motion
And I be cooking you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
Would like to say hello
Let me talk to you for a min yo
All black black yank hat
Chillin with the mob
Eminem Styles P and the locks
Jay Z Big L Big Interlocked
Kanye
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
tryna stay at a palace, while my pals practice front smiths
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
Aye, it’s P-Tree dot mp3,
a couple albums
Not gon’ sell my soul
Am I gonna make it?
Only one way to know (P.Y. The Leader)
I wanna create
Wanna create, yeah, yeah
(I’m tryna create)
walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua
I
don't stop"
Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your Fighter
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
get a little piece of this
thang here like that there, trip.
Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'til it's soft & mushy I love that
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
see L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That
Ti Peyi m lan
On behalf of the City of North Miami, I would like to congratulate you on being honored by the Haitian American Cultural Society
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