is being with you again, so please understand me, Give me one more chance to change myself. Please condone me, Hug me, Forget all my complains, Forgive me
but they ain't lovin you Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o
they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
o some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please
baby Hold me tight, and call me your lady Make me scream your name Come here daddy, you drive me crazy Don't want nobody, but you my baby Hold me tight, and call me
ma guerilla but you can catch me where the lions be at It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie up a few cats Make them show me where they hide out and
M-P-C [Method Man] Who you be? [Redman] Funk Doc from the P-P-P [Method Man] Who you be? [Pacewon] Pacewon from the O-U-T [Method Man] Who you be? Mista
GZA, The Genius Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man Straight up, Masta Killa The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh
me gold, but it ain't at the end ah the rainbow Thinkin' about me cash flow while sippin' on a Mickelo I went for box Chevys prowled around big boy shit
surprised when I ride act like you know me Wise like an O.G. kick more shit than Shinobi Young nigga ballin like Kobe, play low key, Pimp like O.D. Flip
they ain't lovin' you Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O
in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box Yo, yo, yo, this is P. Tone,
with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glove box
me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried 'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box
