Lyrics:
P So Other

I can't be seen like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most cause I'm just so motherfuckin sly, invisible through the eye So motherfuckers can duck and dodge

so Lady GaGa Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh (When I) P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face (I make her say) Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh (When I) P-p-p-poker face P-p

a chair, electrified This thing here, testify But, other than that though, we never get caught We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court We came ready in ?thought?, ain't better the sport So

dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so

need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit

(What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we

a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't the family Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D. They

Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the

Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension