Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
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But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
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P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
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Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow no doubt
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P-p-p-pow its the truest p-p-p-pow
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Who in Soopa Villians illin p-p-p-pow
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P-p-p-pow ima blow your mouth all the way out
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So when somebody stand behind you they can look out your mouth
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P-p-p-pow time to make another million
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P-p-p-pow purple pushin bubble stealin
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P-p-p-pow show me murder ima show thee the cause
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That PCP be havin me im breakin laws in my drawers
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P-p-p-pow boogie woogie bang bang dont stop
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P-p-p-pow in sync when the glock go pop
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P-p-p-pow dead body boys rollin along
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I brings it home and my momma help me bury the bones
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P-p-p-pow you cant stop me now im out on the prowl
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P-p-p-pow to the judge if im ever on trial
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P-p-p-pow ima snatch your fuckin kidney out your stomach
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Make you vomit hit the tonic like sonic and get demonic baby
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You cant play me
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You cant play me bitch
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You cant play me
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You cant play me bitch
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**chorus**
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P-p-p-pow if you dress up like Osama Bin Laden
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P-p-p-pow to them days when niggas was picken cotton
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P-p-p-pow spittin voodoo on a roller coaster look at me now
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Esham and J we thought you knew like you supposed to baby wow
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P-p-p-pow make your body rottin p-p-p-pow
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For plottin to put your ass out the gate forever forgotten
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P-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead
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And if we hit your probly pissed we take a piece of your head
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P-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down
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P-p-p-pow Acid rain on the whole underground
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P-p-p-pow Soopa Villians on the East Side im reppin the West
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Im in the vest but i would push you with the coushins to bed
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Blowin on the neighborhood goosh
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Because its the best shit smoked by the whole damn crew
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P-p-p-pow with Monoxide rollin around
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We pickin Rudy up in Purple Prince and Pacy parkin P-p-p-p-pow
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You cant play me
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You cant play me bitch
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You cant play me
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You cant play me bitch
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Now let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
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These niggas still trippin bitch still lickin dick in
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I slipped another clip in you step to me im rippin
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Bullets your flesh rippin your bloody body be trippin
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See back in Detroit i be like always dippin
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Sound with psychopathic and im still transistin
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Im pullin to your cranium you non exsistent
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My gat be on fire like the horse from Detroit Pistons
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**chorus**
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P-P-P-Pow! (featuring Insane Clown Posse)
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| Esham |
