Lyrics:
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
no bull shittin'
Never be quitting the music that we mixing
Anybody fixing for a diss is a victim
It's the r red e eye p posse in your area
Natives
P-red called her and replaced the weed with cash
No hand to hand could I catch a charge for that
I'm a verbal flytrap
Inside my dog's hoodie was a dubsack
"What are you going to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters"
"My mic sound nice check one"
"The K the double O
the p.b.m's so i'll be Down to stay
Said so, Said so, i'll be on my way,
Running from the p.b.m's, so ill be Down to stay
Said so, Said so, i'll be on my way
know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots
of a P gettin money
Conversating with a chick gettin money
Flipping packs I was made to get rich gettin money
So if you really get gwop gettin money
Let me
door, pull out a chopper and a scope
Bullets like the man is dope, red bandana tote
More P's than Mississippi, even David Banner know
I got an Alabama
decent freedom loving people
Everywhere stand at their side in this hour of need."
[verse one - red hot lover tone]
Cries of wait please wait wiggity wait
bitch to roll my swisher
Pass dat, pass dat shit to me
Is you down baby we gone
cruise da, cruise da city street
Bump'in Bun B and Pimp C
R.I.P
Yes
a strap
I am not a dyke
Keep moonwalking and he can get sniped
R E S P E C T baby girl your my ecstasy
I be home by tonight
I be home by tonight
Hit you
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
And I ain't even vote for Obama, P!
Uh, this that Brownsville bully rap
Hoodie rap, take a nigga chain, smoke the goodie track
Surrounded by
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
sending down by the P
Gotta hunnid round drac gonna sweep da streets
Sanitation coming through to clean
I'm baby lungs im in this bitch I got two sticks I
(Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, fresh!
[T.I.]
T.I.P., hey!
I know a lot
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
to mention
Spent two thousand on frames I got Cartier vision
I flew out my city and never looked back
I'm on Miami Beach I got red bottom feet
I'm on South
of my friends, wanna get them boys a show
I just ran up by her mans, keep it P then tuck dis pole
Bitch, I'mma opp stopper, a bad bitch on me, I turn
-BRAZY, LIL LEAK]
One-two ?cannot buckles? in my shoes
Just right red strings, sportin' Dickies and hang
Joy riding off P.T.
And my momma call when my
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
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