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
slow, where your colors roll, (Jadakiss) Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P
With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow And I strap for my foes like a saddle I rock stones, other
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
that's D-Block My flow pretty like a peacock My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock Too dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss Shine more than the stones
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
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 us? W-w-w-w-we
had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age Two young boys who was ready to mash Put P
her know up in here He 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
P-stones Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's movement The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X students The revolution, this is rebel music The other
mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat
'em (Kid we got 'em) Where my niggaz ready for war? (We right here!) Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass Hardrock nigga? I kick the stone out
fuck? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga Ain't nuthin
three young boy superheroes. other signs of the show's hipness: ba Und posters featuring such bands as big drill car, and others.) It was very difficult
party, the club, the function I leave you bring up discussions of who I'm fucking You and me were best friends we talked about abortions As little girls hair braided on the same porches We promised each other
graffiti Hershey gotta pound for ya town and delete to the needy Lyrics to test drugs like P C P And I ain't lie till I die D P G C and I stay Cyco-
