Lyrics:
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes
tokens
Damn a nigga love that feeling when I'm chosen two twelves
Bumping down the blade while I slide by two hoes
Stomping down the blade making daddy
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
days, in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays ain't gon' grease me
My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me
I'm
comes to mind when i'm on my flows
You might hate me
Just because my mind is twisted
But i'm r.a.p
Roll a bat as i get lifted
Rappers can't see
Why i'm so
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
matching or this to the face
Trying to see who pockets I could break
If he Playa im a P so baby is you finna bust a date
Pour that Casa in my Zemonade
Don't
Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)
Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
Listen closely woe
Listen closely
Surrounded by vims that don't know me
I hope you know you destroy me
I Hope that you know you destroyed me
Listen
I'ma P.I.M.P baby)
Look I'ma balla, shotcalla
20 inch blades on a drop-top impala
Tryna get paid gotta stay on my grind
But it's girls I could self that
Yup, Hovi's home
The newest edition to the Roc
(I don't plan to be no philosopher)
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
the car
And come in like Niko Bellic ahhh
I phone up like we want a pizza
A flip blade or a sweet in a heater
To touch more skin than Mia Khalifa
Your man
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
send no one to whack him (send no one to whack him)
We caught his ass by the church (church), left him fixed up for the pastor (for the pastor)
This
Release of tension is definitely a must
So take the blade in your hand and start to thrust
Stick it in and out now twist it and pull it out because
We'll
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
girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like
What's
lose your feet
Shoot for P's I'm out for stacks
I ain't bothered with music beef
I got brothers Who backin me
I don't need to call
Any opposition Can get
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
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