: pmd Well my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy Never sweatin no click , why p
2 Music: cassettes CDs 3 Palm Pilot: it's my lifeline I think it's my P.A.'s computer, she rules my diary and I download it 4 Mobile phone 5 Amex card
I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone And tell
they riding with me Hit 84 'cause ya know you can't have the drink without the dank Hit the BP and filled up my tank Hit some hoes on my motherfucking mobile
bring that money back Gotta stay fresh, all white tee dark Gucci lokez so the boy can't see Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it's
did you come from my dear? Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile but I've been stranded all day P.A. said
it, man? Operator: Your call cannot be completed at this time The mobile customer you have dialed may have reached a destination Or traveled beyond the service area Please try again later P
off I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on She said "P I'll dick ya dick
Hey yo P! Wuzzup dawg? I heard you been out in California ballin outta control! Yeah but I'm back home now! Hey yo holla at ya boy though! Down
P done went big time [Chorus] Im making money, fuck a bitch cause im paid(Im living like a hustler) x4 [Girl] Tom Cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch [Master P
[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you
my mobile phone, it's UGK Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin' on?" I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I gotta pocket full of stones" Now P
Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel Left the bulletproof vest in the coup de'ville I'm steadily getting weaker I don't know what to do Picked up the mobil
soir Boulevard des boulevards Devant mon miroir Profil trois quart J?divise mon regards Assise penard Je m?sens fatiguee Je m?glass un balaise P
clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side Chuck got da flavor-flav don't hide P.e. crazy, crazy p.e. - makin' crazy loowies
stairs, frats, sororities Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority Of niggaz lookin' hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority And when my nigga Meth shine Out the inner how high mobile
at the Mobil Spam, it's made in Chernobyl Spam S P A M Don't you know it's my best friend S P A M Again and again and again and again S P A M Don't
murderous and chop up niggas' bodies And set like an example, a villain like john gotti The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e They ring my mobile phone,