me Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas Cause I P-I-M to the P Pimpin these hoes
I don't try to teach 'em People try to say 'em But I just don't believe 'em [XV - Verse 2] "Bitch, ass, snitch, p-ssy, fake f-ck" Never say that round
they can give a lovely fuck why I done it An all they need to prove is that I fired somethin' Or hit 9 lil' children My potna got killed and they say
' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin' I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it Like cash money we click with it, hey, hey Super bad, super bad, say, say
better than any kid n? play Play that funky music, come on, come on Play that funky music, white boy (I can?t hear you, say it, say it ,say) Play that
slang term for gun, P's for Porter Coldchain nigga I'll take yours and sport it And if you pussies got something to say about that You can chit chat
[intro: dum-dum and happy p] (lighting a joint) (coughs) [dum-dum) Go head maan Boy that's 5 [happy p] That's got to be [verse 1: dum-dum and happy p
adolescent, who would've guessed That in my future years, I'd be stressin' Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with
Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit Moving thangs, a local nigga made good And made a
flave to have your ass straight bitchin' For those who act cute, see I got them on mute Have you walkin' through your projects in your birthday suit 'Cuz your
for you I love the way you move your bombom hey You make me really wanna touch your hair Bar bye, bar bye, bar bye, bye, oh Lord Boy, you know say
t yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-Willie in Jag, gorilla Mag blow you out the back, throw your
up upon me come to run it again Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend Tell your mudda and tell you fadda And tell your sista and
me on stage Live in action, guaranteed raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw Krs-one stompin' once more I play by ear, I love
throw up your hands and drop your mic 'Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed 'cause you lost Six is your beat down, your
your own time - Do your own time - Do your own time Do your own time - Do your own time - Do your own time Rest your neck kick the deck Find peace within your
rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap) But your confidence higher than a stewardess Just wanna laugh when I ask you who your jeweler
't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch I excite your brain till I'm out of your system Be digger not