Man They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip Quick to make my
boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props? A.G. got props, tell me who got the props? Give me my props for '92 It's me and Showbiz and this is what
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up
I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give
me The triple six moved quick but missed me When I came off involved in conscience So don't ask why next time I start this Now let's get wild, allow me
[Verse 1: Chuck D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up 'Cause that upstate bus reminds me
master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong The short-winded say I rhyme to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant" No, let me
back for these troubles to grab me And they've gotten a hold on me My oh my, things ain't what they used to be Looks to me like Eastside got problems
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss You can die 'coz this shit might happen to me But I
! Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up It's with the glock tucked, crotched up in a dropped up low
's 'Cause G E D, wasn't B I G I got P A I D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty
don't really want to mess with me Y'all better respect my G. Better think before you step to me... Where you from wodie?, I'm from the C-P-3 Y'all really
No Limit, y'all make some noise, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3: Master P] These boys can't touch me mayne Diesel on the beat, don't let me pump ya mayne Call me
haters It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up Your girl from the back like giddy up How
niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga) Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka
like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (Bitch) Niggaz be talkin' shit (Nigga) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back (Ka-ka-ka-ka-