I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I?
I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I
: (feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to
say nigga, nigga please All ah need is incredible trees n bigger keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze
So when the strong wind come it don't remove the self We born alone and die alone but we don't strive alone B E P 'N M O S blaze the trail and we ride
life that's plushed and glamourus Drunk and high with your little soul's crushed Don't you know that life is a mirage I keep myself sober so my soul
t nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come with the ones, I come with the Thugs I come with the things that go bang It's still an +Everyday Thang+, for
since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man [8x] It's real always [verse 3] Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and
the thuggish ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5] We
: [Chorus: Krayzie] My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded (P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded) (So high, so high am I.) reefer and blunts is all that's needed (needed,
: (feat. Def Squad Artists & MC Eiht) Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want
falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and
-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O
m oV a l l o i o u t a i d e o xv s P e r (e l a i o v), oP oi a v ovm m i yn uvv m a s i v, ovom a x e t a i xa u ' nd o n nn e xa o i o n . 'H r a
2 da bottom grams I add mor I'm gram gs I give da jays wat dey pay For go go get way from me I'm so icey entertainment p o s s den I say g u c c I m a
a bullet in your derriere It's time to wake the dead and dead and move And then they woke up a lot of souls And hope to hell with the Nitty folk Cuz I
suckers Why, friends, you know that no side's better in the end We're all gonna fry together Hang hang hang on Where should they go? Save your souls now That's
it's... [Chorus x2] [Inspectah Deck] My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's I represent The Projects, everything
