I'm black And now you know I'm brutal Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter Stomp rip and choke those who thought a Young black man wasn
plaza Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now who's the boss? Not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P
, it's fucked up, in your right hand Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit Forget about it, made men, should hang with made men
Can You Believe It - Styles P [Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe
P And see Dee, you know we know The way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score a P.O That's left to smile a while, keep grinning
West syy eed Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at I been down South countin my marbles nigga But I got two sides Damn it feels
cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with Benini schemes Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists But my man karate man
purple up Niggaz slackin' in they mackin' Simpin' in they pimpin' Glad I got you baby You the only one, I can count on man You my crutch man, yo We
Chorus [master p] (talking with echo) Represent, ughhhhhhhhh! Ha ha! that's how we gon bubble. No limit style. mystikal, nigga. E-feezy, b-legit, and master p
see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P
Yappin' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out Please, I was in the drop three it was D and his man from D.C. On some straight P.D., I
you You, the bow legged one, yeah What's your name? Damn, that sounds sexy Here I go, here I go, here I go again Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!) Okay
hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name Even then I feel it's like cheat my men Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men I pop niggas in the
boy? Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy Is it the pimp, the crook a hustler thing? The man, the music, the making, the king Constantly builded by me A million men
!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {*scratch starts*} AAW! Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners!!! {hahahahahaha} M.O.P.!!! YEAH
couldn't catch up with the mustard, disgusted Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll Beef up a step and style
dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now