This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands
, but came right back up, from grindin' over time... -Wish Bone- And you know its real, we used to wear each others shoes, whats yours you know is mine
was pocket money, Gs But these are the things real playas do Talkin' shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin' you, shit's thick, it's time to
Scarface in style You must be used to all the finer thangs Infatuated by what money brangs It seems to me you hoes will never change So all that's left is
time to make harsh [Verse 2] I don't think skinny g's, (nah)saw punch lines fake as Jews and these rappers running with one time I'm so hard, killers
liquor trying to smoke alone Arguing with my wife so I broke the phone, ...but the plane is on! ...is acting funny with the work, Like my money didn'
i wanted with you you could join on the listen or get your number issued [Style P adlibs] catch me where the haze is, sticky like gum is the guns is
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
Banger, let's go Styles P, Cassidy Full surface, listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya
How the f*** am I supposed to smile Life's real over here though Y'know Verse 2 (Styles P) Styles don't smile The hood too foul The lil n****z is wild
is comin', it oughta be now, I swear to God 'Cause all y'all faggot niggaz die according to Styles What nigga you could get it for free? Put your money
erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ boy, one Yeah, D-Block Styles P
that I appear Oh the more, the more The more you try the eraser The more, the more The more that you appear (pharrell) g-r-i-p-p-i-n-p-i-n-e spell it
describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o 20/20 shawty man my competition is
while they're clippin' out Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out 2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style Listen now, I'm sinnin' out A 6-pack
dot com whores My whole life is like girls gone wild 'Cuz this player keeps girls on file Just tell me what you liken Sit down at the keyboard and type in P, I, M, P
' money hella ways And I keep a bitch to help pay A lot of girls have a sugardad I ain't mad, is it good or bad? Just make that money even on Sunday
ban me All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner