P's & Q's
Captiol Hill yeah (Chorus) Ain't nobody with the skills we got Putting shit together just to form another plot Better be on your P's and Q's Here's a message from me to you bloow Ain't nobody with the skills we got Always putting shit together just to form another plot Better be on your P's and Q's Here's a message from me to you bloow Verse 1: I break you off a little something There ain't no reason to be frontin' He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing Pick up my pen, begin To let my mind bend again Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough While I chill on the land of the lore With your raps sound soft Beats never coming off How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall Losing you skill, what's the deal? Peeling caps on you record Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen real steal Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record Making dough, but it's your own shit still Now's time to play big Will nigga After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor Trigger in you clutches Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas Spoke about the dutches New style every month from Tony Touches You capitalize on franchise type of shit Generic in your eyes No name brand the same But can't even do it like the orginal Fame Get that ass out the game Nigga, what! (Chorus) Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money? Broke you off last week, Yo! Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'