Lyrics:
3T
Ygen
Yah
V.O.C.P.T
Whoopti whoop nigga whaaat
V.O.C.P.T
The voice of the Cape listen up
V.O.C.P.T
From the home of the g’s and the thugs
drowning in a liquid fear
Bottled in a strong compression
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave
Get me out of this cave
If I keep my self-control
I'll be
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
No way, Hozay
I might just K.O
The Perc up in my Faygo
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
On the opposition block, just like a Lego
a beg you
Hot like the steam weh coming from the kettle
When you settle pon the bass and whine up pon the treble
No rush babe
Just take your time
Know by
by my damn self (it's Dolph)
Niggas talk too much so I don't need no damn help (fuck 'em)
Dolph ran up them milly's, you feel like he owe you don't
all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce
of perfume
Brushes her teeth
cnd tries on clothes
Until they clutter up the room
ct 6 p.m. she shows up at her friend's house late
We have to eat before
at the Nars show
But they weren't shooting at him it was honor that night though
We don't shoot idols happily shoot instead
Up my road the police just
the lord put a shield around you and show you a better way
That's same thing that I live by everyday
Tread in the cold world that I see another day
I'm
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
on none but I been doing hits
Get to jumping the fences
Hop in the wheels
Gotta make it to the bricks
We deep asf in here who want it
Still put shit up by
And solo-bumrushin
KRS-One's creatin music like an Einstein
Rollin up the rhythm to keep
The pace of my rhyme
Me chosen by super musicians, Sly and Rob
Cause I'm
go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
Pull up to the club, you can
Yahhh
Yah
Man shut the fuck up
Yahhhhh
Stripes on
Stripes on my chest
Have you seen chef?
Extra on my extra
Came with a check
Pk like Ness
Okay
whiskey and bad company first made a wretch of me,
Oh young men, a warning by me take and shun all piracy.
John Roberts and Tony Barrand sings The Flying
Back by demand
Streets need love in the air
Circle to small can't fit in a square
Love to talk about beef keep that over there
I been outside, y'all
up the charts (burning up the charts)
Break a bitch heart, lil' mama don't you start
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
a tune on Monday
By Tuesday it's leaking
I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking
Promoters pay the price I'm peaking
I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking
Pick up
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
me
Put A Hit on a bitch boy john gotti with the whacking
Call me the mailman take a bowl clear it out and then repack it
Power up like senzu bean, I'm
shoe sNOW SHOE
And he said Peak-a boo pEEK-A-BOO
He jumped up from behind my igyaloo
And he said Peak-a boo
With a lead-filled snow shoe right on
Right
in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a n**** get when they
to school
Griploc and Sketch
Their music shaping out heads
I started adding rap tracks to my iPod from then on
Few years later moved a way from p-town
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