Lyrics:
a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,
you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere,
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran
every day
Plastic surgery breast implants the small hustler made you cry
Because he was confused, you lay while he play
Cleanin my house, you look
on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pout about it
A planet that turns actors to crack faggots
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black
quick
[Verse 9: Jadakiss and Styles P]
One blood, we used to the spillin'
Came from the hood so we used to the killin'
Used to the black males, makin'
forget where i came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
and the West Coast Bad Boyz
and I told y'all, I can
broke down p’s , sold it all by grams
Rapping and designing , do it all for a check
Self made niggaz , we did it all by our self
Niggas always try
a pistol and a business
Stop by the cops stream live as a witness
That economic revolutionary rap banger
Move my money over to support the black banker
Buy
predominantly black but it’s controlled by them honkies huh they don’t call us slaves but they treat us like some donkeys can’t speak proper English so them
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs
satisfaction and guarantee
She want to marry me
BITCH IM A P I M P
I serve my work by the key
True spitta on the beats
Laid back in the seat
Off that Hennessy
do
Hoe shit inside the circle
I won't never go out like that guy
I'm Strap tight like I'm Urkle
I'm really Pushing P
I bleed Pure the color purple
Lil
black ops, in the yo on overkill
Sippin' on that muddy water, tryin' not to make it spill
But if it do, I won't trip, swisher sweets to the lip
See
The Mac
Paper need to be stack
In a lac with cream interior, chrome rims, candy black
Old school cragars
In a way that is major
Having a ball with all
lovin my style
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them
on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pout about it
A planet that turns actors to crack faggots
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black
These lil Shorties they don’t know no better out here with a .09
Load the the clip change the score it can’t be no tie
Police keeping on driving by
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them things with
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin
nephew Z'aire
I pray you breathe better air
Cause mine been clouded by gun smoke
I'm gaspin' it's hard to breathe
I'm prayin' for Xavy Xav and lil Maxy too
to play it
It ain't what you say
But it's just how you say it
I was raised by some gangstas
But imma hustler
Got acquainted with ben franklin, Been servin'
I'm a bona fide hustler
Cunnilingus muffler
I get bitches on they knees like a bad religion, it's nothin'
Suck me like a loli till I pop (it's nuttin')
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