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P.e. crazy, crazy p.e., makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree

Ya eatin' death 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from da graveyard,
Ya put gravy on it
the 9 dro,
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old...
Hop in the club with no I.D., no ni**a here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3 are e s p e see t
V.I.P
and uncles
What you getting good?
We da real mother funkers
Funk what you thunk we the ones that a funk up
Cadillac trunk filled with B-E-P bumpers
Now
no mitad
bravo

Give it all when in love

E d '  a m o are e  p are o f you m a

By Nehemoth
attain this

Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me
And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Cause I treat my black sisters like
Pecchè c'adda piglià' sta gelusia 
Ma quanno chiuro l'uocchio se ne va 
Non, nun dicere che è semp' colpa mia 
Nun faccio maje 'e ccose tanto p
Pecchè c'adda piglià' sta gelusia 
Ma quanno chiuro l'uocchio se ne va 
Non, nun dicere che è semp' colpa mia 
Nun faccio maje 'e ccose tanto p
and Peedi gonna bring the Property more cheese, please
Who gon' stop it to drop it and say (?)
And I'm G.A.M.E., you-P-S-E-T
Peedi in check, Sigel in
Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e 
I'm tryin a give you h-e-l-p
So I'm a end it off like this 
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before 
You get
sou mau rapaz
Com maneiras até sou bem mandado
Mestre escola diga lá se for capaz
P'ra que lado é que me viro, p'ra que lado

Eu até nem sequer sou mau
leçons mais la sommes

R.E.S.P.E.C.T
Pose en société aux pauvres comme aux pétés de tunes
Si en face cela n'est pas répété
Gros comme petit permets
flavor-flav don't hide
P.e. crazy, crazy p.e., makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree

Ya eatin' death 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from da graveyard,
flavor-flav don't hide
P.e. crazy, crazy p.e., makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree

Ya eatin' death 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from da graveyard,
the street slang, is where it's at 

Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back 



[P] Yo E, hold me down 

[E] I'm holdin you down
Communication, that's what we need
All the silence makes my heart bleed
All you wanna do is sit and burn weed
No are E S P E see T

Tell me what happened
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my
s vattev ind e jam p cinquant eur (frà)
Back in the days a quand nun c stev problem
Primm ancor e l'etichett re marchett ro sistem
Tenev nu mit po aropp
[Mastamind]
I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P
While you at home 'sleep I'm out on them streets
City slicker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit
That'll rip through ya body,
I N D E P E N D E N T do you know what that mean mane (x2)
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs work hard you a bad broad
If you ain't
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you
take this shit for granted just 'cause niggas call me Cool 
R-E-S-P-E-C-T 

C-O-O-L-I-O G 

M to the A, A to the D 
A Circle full of niggas that
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you

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