styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack You and Charli Baltimore Got something in common Y'all both whack Proof the king P
The President woke and he called the Pope The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope P.S. the Lord raised Michaelangelo from the dead So he can make
only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to dismiss those
a parent stately state no ransom, I wasnt worth no ransom money wont you handsome, a nigga wasnt handsome raised a mind like charles manson, knew i was
brew and smoke that bud Three off muthafucka's from around the way If you not from flint than you get no play I go to lucky's, ditty boys, and to charlie
's up Hey yo man, it's just another case of that old P.T.A., huh man In school I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare And other types of rhymes
sure shot All of a sudden, you you you you.. I got a friend by the name of Charlie Charlie got a wife by the name of Dolly Dolly and Charlie got a son
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
: busta rhymes Escape from the killer tree, yes. Everybody run and come follow me. Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack. Other forces trying to reveal my other
hoes that love other hoes that'll get down in a trio But it ain't nothin' to me though I'ma grinder, yall know my steelo Got no record or no P.O but
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and [unverified] 'Bout to lace this game, nigga Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Charlie Hustle Look, I went from rags
a black cat, on a black night and I'm black In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch 'Cause
a ladies' man While he was working on his universal plan He was making out like Charlie Sheen He was a genius When you dropped me and you staked your claim On a V.I.P
OC Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee Nigga
Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P
pick your pose One or the other nigga, no doubt You know the way the motherfuckin' story turns out Only your life or you're chancin' Me, I got a record like my man Charles
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo right hand over
mean you bout it, bout it (Get 'em up) (That mean you bout it, bout it) Well, say you bout it, bout it I represent, it's 1990-skrilla It's Master P