Lyrics:
P-are-O starts via pro
Teachin' things in life you'll never know
What for they dabble they don't understands a
They caught me comin' from the other
p-osse
(and) Tone can I get a sound check, well can I start this
(Yo Wise, it's started)
You know I look into the mirror see myself and then
I always often
free And wild, we grinding
Remind me when We shinning
From Monday to Monday
We coming, we slimy
(Slimy)
You see the name C.P
It brings out the joy in me
they talk that beef we get to locating
Yeh I talk about shaving
Cah these man talk wild all out all raving
And I chef these man down one by one
I hit
hits, fuck that, that many bricks
D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
'Cause it turned into
Call me killer bee cause I be curving honey
Vegas M.O.B. I get that herb and money
P.I.M.P. My bitches working for me
Me, I MC and get to burning
(what's up?)
Like a ten-minute move, you better run for me
I did my time like a G
Man, motherfuck the B-O-P (man, fuck the B-O-P)
Man, motherfuck L-P
runnin'
Like they suppose to
That’s the wild style, got the
Got the wild style
Punk motherfucker, never come close to
Life's a bitch and then you die
That’s
with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas
And the fiasco's intended to snatch your Gemstones
Then run them jewels by killing mics on LPs
To mixtapes and less concerned with selfies
Giving socialite rappers
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)
Meet me at the corner store
After school, wild
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
[Freaky Tah]
Mira come estas
How you do? You know my crew
LB Fam, wild out
You know me my man no doubt
We gets down LB Fam status
Niggas they
for a tape to cop
I still run into students banging my first joint
Wrote a essay off the second LP to prove a point
That a rhyme is a terrible thing
ahead
I aim right for your head
Nigga, murder, death, kill
Sex, money, mayhem
Mournin' murder with a weapon, step into the A.M
Believe in me, pah,
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
prepared this disc
With a nutritionist twist
Half of the L.P's I see ain't even half as efficient as this
What kind of competition is this
I'm putting your
yet
Don't doubt Sarajevo Noise Beat it'll put you into debt
We makin these albums, and it makes a lotta sense
That they make almost no sense
We're
to be a bringing up your little girl this way
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna meet
Beat Happening
Into the Wild, in her I confide
Through Big Sur, let the luminary guide
She's Antolini in a school of hacks and phonies
When the Bell
cell I feel surround by my inner demons
The demons been giving me a outter beatin
But I keep trying to fleetin
The beatin turns me into one of them
They
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
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