| «Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me»
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| Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P Aiyo the arm-leg-leg or arm, head Megatron
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| Decipticon Sean duke you my name
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| Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came
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| Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf
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| Clap cowards, black power, black, red, green and shit
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| Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit
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| Pssh, I’m in the hotel with ganja
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| Dope needles, Dom Chee and Hotel Rwanda
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| Go get your partner, Rock ain’t here nigga
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| Go get your momma, my cock right here
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| I got this here, it’s a different doctrine here
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| Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here
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| Listen, I fear no man but God
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| Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body
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| Four eyes, two arms and three shotties
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| Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti
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| A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? |
| pedico?
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| And for the right price princess will pop at your people
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| P-Body
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| «Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me»
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| P!!! |
| Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders
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| Pay attention it’s gon pop off
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| Body get beat, embody the street
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| Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body
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| Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth
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| Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth
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| Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily
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| Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty
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| The left hook’ll shatter your chin
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| Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim
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| Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year
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| Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team’s strong
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| Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring
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| R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen
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| Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea
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| Truth be told, God top rankin’I’m not thinking
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| Saying whatever, love it when I put it together
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| Listen, y’all bitch niggas probably Punani
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| I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body
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| P!!! |
| Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders
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| Pay attention it’s gon pop off
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| Body get beat, embody the street
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| Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body
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| Partnah, we practically pioneered this position
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| You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters
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| You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body
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| Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant
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| P-Body
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| Listen this is the BCC, and double D In the 2k6, we make hits
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| We make chips, I’m always stacking my dough
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| Can’t be the «Brokest Rapper You Know», P-Body
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| Yeah, get money or get lost
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| Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off
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| This ain’t no gangsta rap
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| How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen
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| I mean, truthfully you might think you that
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| But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body
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| The name is new, the face the same
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| The judge is wack, the case is lame
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| I love the rap but I hate the game
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| Matter fact, bitch, what’s my name, P-Body |