(Intro)
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Papa Johnson!
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My name miss Fieldmore, Danny's mother
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Ma'am.
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I wish more black could men would stand up
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And fight for their home
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Th way you're doing it
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I heard you killed three of his men
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Like the Lord swooped in on Sodom and Gomore
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You swung your mighty cypher in 'em heathen's heads
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Rolled on the pavement
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You're a killing machine
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You, papa Johnson, you fuck mess, you just a killa
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But I'm telling you
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Thank er'body
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Papa Johnson, mr. Johnson, you know what?
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I've been singing for you a long time
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I've been tryna get a job down at the cotton court
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For six months.
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Now look here! Come down to the Bamville, see my man
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Calvin. He's a clean head man, he's down, he does all the hiring
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Excuse me, please? Calvin, yes.
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Is he gon' take care of me?
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He gon' take care of you
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(Verse)
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Don P, Colonel 16's
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Captain Bars, man, you can call me
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Whatever the F you feel best
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Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks
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I'mma, keep doin' what I do so well
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Truth be told, without money I would still spill
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All of my thoughts onto the beats
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This is my passion, my baby, I breathe
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Eat sleep and shit soul music
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Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually movin'
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You might wanna cry
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He got a problem with P? He might wanna die
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While I'm, so lovable and so humble
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That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble
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And fall on a Rambo knife
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Look homey, you obviously don't know me, I'm
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(Chorus x4)
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The one and only, Infamous, notorious
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(Verse)
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I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one
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Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done
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I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga
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I don't learn 'til it's too late, and it's early, nigga
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I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure
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I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces
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It might be the police
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Maybe the D.A. brothers, come to get me
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I've got a dark sense of humor
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Gotta calm down a lot, I, got a hot temper
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I'm tryin' to change
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But these people out here push me to engage
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in all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious
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Misery love company they don't really love me~!
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I had to sever our ties
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Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin' pelicans fly
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Thinkin' back how we used to be on the same page
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I realize now, that you nothin like me, I'm
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(Chorus x4)
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(Verse)
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My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless
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Watch me crush so-called competition, man, listen
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There is no threat to my position
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These niggaz is harmless, there's no comparison,
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To rap's top shotter, best sellin' author
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In non-fiction, you better pray I go easy
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and thank me for not exposin' your bumba claat
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I could go in on you, but I'm not
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Success is the best revenge
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And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here
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intelligent, smooth criminal music
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You never lived this life, you can't relate to it
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I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons
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The boss of all bosses, the fuckin warlord
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The grand wizard of bars
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When I die, my tombstone'll read "He was..."
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[Chorus]
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The One and Only
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| Prodigy |
