Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song P. Body, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
P. Body |
| «Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me» |
| Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P Aiyo the arm-leg-leg or arm, head Megatron |
| Decipticon Sean duke you my name |
| Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came |
| Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf |
| Clap cowards, black power, black, red, green and shit |
| Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit |
| Pssh, I’m in the hotel with ganja |
| Dope needles, Dom Chee and Hotel Rwanda |
| Go get your partner, Rock ain’t here nigga |
| Go get your momma, my cock right here |
| I got this here, it’s a different doctrine here |
| Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here |
| Listen, I fear no man but God |
| Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body |
| Four eyes, two arms and three shotties |
| Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti |
| A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? |
| pedico? |
| And for the right price princess will pop at your people |
| P-Body |
| «Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me» |
| P!!! |
| Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders |
| Pay attention it’s gon pop off |
| Body get beat, embody the street |
| Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body |
| Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth |
| Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth |
| Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily |
| Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty |
| The left hook’ll shatter your chin |
| Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim |
| Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year |
| Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team’s strong |
| Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring |
| R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen |
| Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea |
| Truth be told, God top rankin’I’m not thinking |
| Saying whatever, love it when I put it together |
| Listen, y’all bitch niggas probably Punani |
| I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body |
| P!!! |
| Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders |
| Pay attention it’s gon pop off |
| Body get beat, embody the street |
| Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body |
| Partnah, we practically pioneered this position |
| You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters |
| You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body |
| Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant |
| P-Body |
| Listen this is the BCC, and double D In the 2k6, we make hits |
| We make chips, I’m always stacking my dough |
| Can’t be the «Brokest Rapper You Know», P-Body |
| Yeah, get money or get lost |
| Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off |
| This ain’t no gangsta rap |
| How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen |
| I mean, truthfully you might think you that |
| But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body |
| The name is new, the face the same |
| The judge is wack, the case is lame |
| I love the rap but I hate the game |
| Matter fact, bitch, what’s my name, P-Body |