[Intro]
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S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone?
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Rip a nigga, make him scream
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(Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga)
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[Styles P]
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Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime
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Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind
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Beats what a nigga got asleep on your spine
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On the creep and the grind, rap the work or double up
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Hit you with a scar on your cheek, watch it bubble up
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Man pull the Hummer up, shoot any runner-up
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Real cool niggaz but we might fuck the summer up
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Niggaz wonder what I'm involved in
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See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem
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Bronx and Queens, fuck that I live life like I'm starvin
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You don't like me, fuck you nigga!
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I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you nigga
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I shoot up where you hustle nigga, fuck the program up
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Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up
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You dealin with big niggaz or pig niggaz
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P don't give a fuck when it's time to jig niggaz
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(I don't give a fuck) You dig? Niggaz big
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Run up in the crib and wig niggaz and I don't mean fake hair
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You can bet that I'm goin, they said that there's cake there
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Might as well get them candles out; we ain't makin a wish
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We sayin a prayer cause I blammed you out - what?
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Guess who back? It's P with the P-91
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38 Specials, the extra gat
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In the souped up Mirada nigga, extra black - what?
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You know
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You know who I am
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I'm that nigga! (Ghost)
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Poobs we out
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Beats To My Rhyme
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| Styles P |
