I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I
I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I?
Oooh yeah I wanna feel you next to me Ooooh... time after time, when I'm feelin low Somethin inside of me let's me know it's alright Loves on my side
skills, and marvelous And them daughters, fathers, mothers This is something I give to you, from my soul And it goes [Hook: Small Boy] This one's for
t say nigga, nigga please All ah need is incredible trees n bigger keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze
(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to
' Sometimes, we do it all for nothin' I'm 25 now, been gone away for 5 strong And so much shit has changed around my mama's home My P-O, said a nigga
Even if you don't go to the club that much I got so much rhythm I can feel it MJG and Eightball we the realest Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box When
Like Fantasy Island Chad's got one tattoo If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O
.D.O.R., c'mon [A.D.O.R.] Me and Pete Rock [P. Rock] Uh-huh [A.D.O.R.] Kick the fat tracks [P. Rock] Yeahh! [A.D.O.R.] C'mon [P. Rock] C'mon [Verse
there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e) I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued
Destiny's Child I'm spottin' the top Feds, poppin' the hot lead All in his pothead, makin' him drop dead Call me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' your soul Your squad's
God I let the weed, the greed and the G's get the best of me P.O. asked for the rest of me It's like I already failed and Khan's eyes is my destiny I
Nickatina:] Gas pedal, blowin till the crack of dawn Man roll it up and look it did the baby then it's gone Have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless
of town [car tires peeling out] [Angie Martinez] Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to
's locked Pull down they ski masks and get they weapons cocked Back door, let 'em deal with the D's, and jet in the drop [Verse 3: Emilio Lopez] It's eleven p
lord gives us way We will not-not-not not fall astray Coz the power-power-power the power he retains The lord power power The P-P-P the power he retains
cop shot, nothin stops the P.O. [hook] What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp Cant Stooooooop) What's