Biggie: Uh, uh, uh Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn auto futigued then fitigue the enemy look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up
that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be Tuned in to the, P-the
see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A No info, for the
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
Styles P:] Ghost Vinny Idol nigga YEAH~! Flipsyde [Flipsyde (Styles P):] And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck
So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you
Porsche I don't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord The cash aint right there the mask is right there Niggaz try P I'ma blast 'em
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit I'm black even though my skin's kind of light That mean my ancestors
Shit is too too crazy...listen god bad luck like I ran and fucked a voo-doo lady/ Every other week I'm in handcuffs..stack somethin, loose somethin,
be good A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl [Chorus] [Styles P:] Many ways they can send you a
your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me Rider like me [Styles P:] Listen ma
Oh yeah, S.P. the Ghost, I'm back Y'all know how I do You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen
it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton Yeah~! [Chorus:] [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality {"Testify!"} [S.P
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
we bad Man I won't stop like a New York Taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money,
g, If it pays to be, the boss in the cause, my gun so big gotta limp when I walk, Dont talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin, First go about money [Chorus
's your name fool? Capital P, Bandana P, V I P, M V P R S V P or R I P, V S O P, A S A P P C P, P get piecy with the hoes First they gotta come bless
[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you
