Enemy of the State

Flash Yvette in the sket pimp Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince Ring, on my finger Give you fuckers a fresh dent Gloved up, you fucked up Looking for fresh prints, p! Prince popped in Purple Rain I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain Coming from a serious mind Curious George, ape-like, taking your shine Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape Dismember a nonmember entering my estate Bloody the guns, money Crowd striker, now cypher studyin' 120 P's true and living i'm trying to add on but The piece do division mono the big shit 85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips P! I slide by spraying some big shit I'm Ready to Die Get a feeling I'm playing some BIG shit And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit It sound good in them songs But you never did shit Eastside, May Block, you know where we from When niggas got outta pocket my heat rung We ain't squashing shit We catch the body then the beef done A rap nigga run his mouth Then I'ma smack his teeth from 'em I work hard, I'll snuff you, fuck 'em I'm a hustler, soft raw fluffer I take a R&B bitch, I raw dog fuck her Sean Price and Demond Price I'm P's long lost brother That G work, I'mma put it in fast But if I want a nigga spilt I just put up the bag Know what it mean when that jack Boy pull up his mask A hollow tip bullet'll blast It's The Machine bitch Homicide, Murder, 45 burner I provide my service with the tide turners Send 'em to the lord when the points score Got his family at the morgue With a ouija board a lot of rappers out CB4 So I hit 'em with the hammer This verse could get me in the slammer Gladiator something like the Spaniards Do my work off camera I talk damage, my words hurt You petty hustlers serve dirt Meanwhile, my people make it happen Where the birds chirp And bring it home like the 3rd verse Snub, with the granulated gloves And a ski mask Snatch a clown out his E class For thinking life is a Dreamcast For you, it's life or death Me, I'm working the speed bag For every shell dropped It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock Or a nigga stiff up in The mug from a headshot I show these bitches what the business is I ain't never hide from Nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit But I still walk through hell Like I own that bitch I had you staring down that barrel Put the work in 'Cause when you entertain clowns You become part of the circus Fizzy unfuckwithable, untouched Never needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (Talk to 'em) I ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (Talk to 'em) Fuck rap I bare slap fuckers (C'mon) Beware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth (MO-P bang, bang) I shower posse the booth From the essence of real niggas (Brownsville) You're now in the presence of real niggas Fuck with us!