Lyrics:
was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, he cut out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shannon, such
why'know?
I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I.
[Verse One]
I spent so many days with you, so many nights
It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife
We didn't
uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I
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
and me, we are knockin' them doors and no we
Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be
Careful what you say, there ain't no punks
Uh-Oh,
My life- is P's and B's- Music about B's for P's,
I like- B's getting P's- If you read- my T's and C's,
We-
Will pop the G(in) and T(onic)-
You said you the plug, let's Feed The Streets
We got what you want? we got what you need?
Out here hitting these P's, we ain't getting No sleep
Them
me in a jam again
There's no way that I can win
P.A.S.S.I.O.N
Her lips are calling to me
No way I can resist
Addicted to the feeling
waterfall on the wall over there?
It always makes me ache to be back at the cape
You are some piece of work, lady
What I am is like this park here
Out
like him
Your bars are probably written
By Kano's right hand what? Calm down
I'm mellow, this ain't no hype, fam
What you jumping about for?
If you wanna
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
can't turn a blind eye
Guys will chat shit behind your back and then say hi
In the game there ain't no rules it's like you're playing FIFA
Hidden guys
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The
wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
United we stand, divided we fall
N'Sync: (J.C.)
Oh you know
York City is as if New York is a relative of mine. I am very loyal to the city. And when you grow up in New York, there are so many lights that I didn't
Little paper dresses and
A little paper purse
I went to a doctor
He said tell me where it hurts
Yes there, he said
You are only what you make up
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
special to interrupt my paper stacking
I'm guessing that must be you judging by our interaction
I'm letting you know
You Are Not Alone like Michael Jackson
in your)
(Wake you up and as I stare in your)
(I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned)
Remember P, the one you got your whole
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
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