P is a rap don fukk what these nikkas trying to say he got bodied with what lying lyrics dude didn't even have on a Ballerina suit people saw that and still rolled with the Camel.Humans are fukking rumps!
Don't not bark up that tree that tree will fall on you me not Jay he not for play gabbage
Hell on Earth second verse top 10 in Rap history
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shyt, with spare clips
You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, 'cause deep in the abyss
It's street life, blood on my kicks, shyt on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, nikkaz is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW nikkaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
shyt brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shyt, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shyt
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
fukk rap, I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfukkin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and nikkaz leakin' on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nikka stay on point never diss
Regard shyt or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshyt for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, nikkaz comin' in herds
We flush through your click get purged