| I pop a pussy person for purposefully perpetrating
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| Point the pistol and pull it, this punk is impersonating
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| My people pack P-89's for prime time
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| They parolin my posse, Im pickin up pom-pom's
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| Personally I preach prophecy
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| These punks puttin out poems about pimping, pushing and property
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| Please, people ain’t prepared to be persuaded by political paraphrases they
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| printing in the papers
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| I’m positioning my peers to pump-pump
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| Put the pound to the pig, just let 'em pump pump
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| I pause for you people to peep the letter P
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| Poetically put in a paragraph so perfectly
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| No I ain’t a P-I-M-P, but I do got a pistol in my pocket perpetrate and I’ll
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| pop it
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| Prince my pitbull, go ahead try and pet it
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| See if you dont leave this place with paramedics
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| Punk
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| Partner I’ll put to you with pain
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| I’ll put it to you plain
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| I’ll pop a few passengers on a Pan-Am plane
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| People call me Crack Pop
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| Cuz I put packs in the pot
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| Pop on the block
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| Get it poppin' like Pac
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| I was placed in the PJs
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| No pot to pee in
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| I get POed when my PO
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| Give me pots to pee in
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| I got pinched, placed in the pen
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| Three cases pending
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| I will penetrate through your chest plate
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| No player pretending
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| You preschool poets are pitiful
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| You playing with no principle
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| Put out public school
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| I put a pencil in the principal
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| Plea bargain my pre-meditateds palmin' my penis
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| You prolly with PoPo and participate with subpoenas
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| I part through your peoples like «Pardon, Pa» it’s a problem
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| They probably plenty prayin or plain playing possum
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| Make police park cars, snap pictures of parts of ‘em
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| Pull punks pop pellets, you punks want no parts of him, period |