say the Benz make em' hop out the thong. Without the money. You can't go wrong. I'm in the coop da ville. The brains full blown. So get like me. What other
another MC that could fill ya shoes Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other
my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles
: (feat. Trey Songz) [talking: Trey Songz] When I first heard this shit (C'mon) I told Drake it shoulda been called, over for these other niggas Yeahhh
she touch your sexual centre? Cursing Never seen an earthling Never seen a microphone Microphone Now i'm all alone Lost in my head On the road until tomorow I'm double demented Like William Burroughs P to the I to the M P
like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year [Chorus:
your Boost phone, get a new phone P-89 Ruger, two-tone This my house nigga not a group-on If a nigga run up I'm bussin' the Glock Other than that, then
my real life it's like CASINO They should pay me for some B-roll Takin' G-strokes through the ghee-to When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil Hola
In My Hood (Tragedy, in My Hood) (Look around and tell me you're free) (Come with me to My Hood) [Killah Priest] We've got Powerules and P-stones Damo
your lawn, while you watering Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby Jersey
: [Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out
mirrored I got a text that said "P, please get up" Some light shining brightly outlining my shit up The penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains The stones
? They lovin? everything until I got ?em stutterin? stupid You hear ?em now? ?D-d-d-d-don?t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try
it's something to do I'll spend a 100 grand get a killer something to do I been hustlin since 92' when I heard UGK Hollering "Pocket Full of Stones" I
never heard While we toked on purple hairs Who, Zeppelin, Beatles Kiss, The Rolling Stones While we played guitars in air When I moved to California California California California love! Venice Beach and P.O.P
put a lotta pain in your music) To be the bad man To be the sad man (Some of it comes from def jam) Behind the lies (bein frustratin with other niggas
to hide You skated the snap of my finger Call me Golden Gley Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm
You skated the snap of my finger Call me golden gley Its you and i, do or die, who am i? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think i'm sly Oh why