Lazerbeak, P.O.S., Doomtree. Stand Up (yeah) Stand Up It?s funny when a movement makes the mainstream but, still don?t do shit, but bruise a dream,
paw It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all I fuck with niggas but it's something about y'all
Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches
my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O
Intro: Oh shit, my nigga Home (What up my nigga) Maino,What?s up my nigga, aw, shit You've been gone 10 years nigga, what?s up man (Yeah, man, you know
No catching up he's in a whole 'nother zone Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him, y'all stand cheer for him Got up
up with racism today It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray Dip dip dive, so-so-socialize Open up your
Yo, it's the champagne from the man with the bandana I can't stand a food with anything but Santana What's the first name in champ? It's Carlos And
and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's
of that fool stuff Some of that smoke and puff And if you smoke enough You sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland, it's the same thang They out there puff
certain Running up, so I'll be running and rapping's my hobby When I'm smoking I'm working and I'm hurting, hurting Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O
wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing Rollin, ridin, slowly
while he's down in my lap It's all about pimpin and he loves to mack I'm down for my nigga cos he's straight like that Cos he's the kind of player that
the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there It's right
hard-headed, infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal There's
I'm spiritual, I don't read Jehova's book or Allah's book, or God's book Just a man and it's easy not a hard look I dont't trust you, so don't trust
called B.D.P. And if you want to go to the tip top Stop the violence in hip-hop, Y O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen As my thoughts emerge
