Lyrics:
tapping from this seed I'm packaging
Your knees are shagging, let me see what happens
When your cheeks are clapping, Charles P. Is rapping
Blowing up my
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
Shakedown
That it was
Activate the Shakedown against all the Prophets
You forgot to take my pH
With my PhD
And the word prophets
Spelled P-r-o-p
Evil's at the top, take a look at who's in office
Sometimes I feel that it's too late to stop it
R.I.P. X, R.I.P. Peep, R.I.P. Mac
You're in Heaven now
(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker
Ya
of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
and Root thing we do not want to feel pain
Safety's our aim, let me see if I can explain
Hello, hi there, I had to stop you from walking by there
Reason that
Hey there
How's it going?
Yeah, you probably got it real nice
All tucked up in your cozy one-bedroom studio apartment
Yeah, well I got it real rough
b.a.m
By any means
Left right left right left right left
We gonna show you tonight
Yo, real soldiers are unforgotten, we rotten to the core
Post up
in the R-IB
But I'll kill the beat like RIP
There's no need for the NHS
Taking the P, WTF?
These lost people need a GPS
I'll stay true, No BS this
rate, me one, two, three
Everything I do is just easy P
Yeah, I'm the one to be
Yeah, and that's fine with me
You don't know my name that's fine by me
If you take a look back two thousand years ago,
There are twelve young fellas that you need to know
Doing business in the city, going fishing in
the cemetery
Trapped in my thoughts, so I never be free
Mind and soul are haunted by memories
The days resorting to felonies, getting P
I might look physically
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
[Chorus x6]: Master P (Lil' Romeo)
Where them boys at? (Where they at?)
Where them girls at? (There they go)
[Verse 1]: Lil' Romeo (Master P)
They
Ren`
You get her alone and she'll make your day
Like Burger King, she knows the play
But a freak like Ren`, you can have it your way...
These are
took the battery powered lantern from the porch
And I walked around the house and proved to you
There are no gas lines comin' into my home
I know this
that good stuff ... original art
work and all that good stuff! Well, you are again the proud owner of number four, Run To The Hills - Total
Eclipse,
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
take time in the doorway to crime
With a criminal mind, the raw kind
Microphones used so abusively
You can't fuck with the K-U-R-U-P-T
And in
your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
the daddy of banana grove
We need you, me, there on a bed
Pick a good time when your momma's away
Back, front, whatever you like
Just bring protection
my life but I can't die
Money on my head that you can't buy
You are not the plug you a damn lie
Acting like a thug but you can't lie
I'm in first class
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