it down, all way across the board The original O.G. (?) not a fraud Clap, don't applaud It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!) I'm from where a lot
put it down, all way across the board The original O.G. (?) not a fraud Clap, don't applaud It's the legendary M.O.P. (yes yes y'all!) I'm from where
now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain'
Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
So in I go! Have you ever seen me and rock cities Live show? All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O. But enough about them Now its back, to me! Im on my grind everyday
years plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O
put you out So yo, Wish Bone, my nigga, bless da 40 ounce! [Wish] Bone's gettin' drunk and freakin' hoes I'm chillin' with my niggas as I bless my forty O's I'm
and puff And if you smoke enough You sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland, it's the same thang They out there puff M. Jane Inhale, exhale back on the
bid And by the way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie the Kid The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge? Outlaw, everyday on the front page
and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me He put in your record and you was disrespecting off the T-O-P Should've put him in his coffin now
, you fall It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine Yeah, it's my time Me and my thugs smoking, choking Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine Bone, come
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
(Out, out out) Smoked out, choked out (Out, out out, out, out, out) Pull another O (Out, out, out) Let's get P O D ded (P O D ded, P O D ded) The weed
This gyal just a walk in her jeans And she looks so fresh like everyday, everyday She a walk like model, so me turn on the throttle So me step to the
the O.P.D. rolled up But I ain't no joke Got the pedal to the metal and I can't go slow Go, I got the pedal to the metal, go I'm burnin' rubber, go
wasn't learnin how to read and write I'm just walkin down the street all alone High as hell, my mind is gone I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm
rap(echo) Short rap(echo) Short rap(echo) S-h-o-r-t-r-a-p Short rap is what I call this beat Rap that rap like no one else I'm sir too short all by
