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Paris - You Know My Name lyrics
About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash Careenin' though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap A shame it came to this, aimin' 'cause them niggas don't listen The sweat is glistenin', I grimace, 'bout to service these sentences On the trigger, I know them niggas, soon as we start And get the clip to spittin', counterfeits'll shit in they drawers Don't really want none, but somethin' got them niggas mistaken Thinkin' that music make 'em safe, I cross 'em out with a K Now renegades, disperse, attitudes get worse You'll see these niggas on the news if I burst and get 'em first Servin' all these nut swallowin' followers in they mouth Spittin' clips in they Impalas, Inshallah and we out What we about, is justice and freedom, fuck the rest Black women more than asses and breast I test any nigga disagreein', pee on wannaGs, remember me? P-Dog, motherfucka I'm raw, follow my lead Now fuck 'em if they famous, we ventilate they craniums Entertainers know they places, if they fake then we aimin I pray and blaze, comin' fully raised, obey I'm on that Che, make these niggas behave, now what you sayin'? You Know My Name (P-Dog) Motherfucka we raw, who claimin' Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft You Know My Name (P-Dog) I'm blitzin' niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip You Know My Name (P-Dog) We see them bustas and rush 'em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down You Know My Name (P-Dog) Ain't nothin' funny at all, I'd rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay'all Since we servin' I'm puttin' brothers on alert Put the first nigga trippin' in dirt, don't leave 'em hurt Way too heinous, we show 'em our demeanor is meanest Who wanna see us when I pop? The soldier shit don't stop, fuck any cop You know how we do, so glad to meet you If you haven't heard, I'm raisin' the curb, hopin' you see through These plastic-ass Nittis, Corleones and Locs Leave these niggas lookin' shitty, Noriegas is jokes Now call your folks, and let 'em know Paris wreckin' any nigga imitatin' these crackas upon they records See me check 'em, these bitches rather switch then fight While niggas civil rights dwindle Kristal is what they into But I refrain, they petty as change, complain Niggas playahatin' but ain't knowin' the game I shame cowards like a scarlet letter, I'm much better Leave these niggas chasin' chedda impaired, I think they scared Step into my lair, careers crushed, while my 2-strike niggas test nuts I'm thumbin' through my Murderdog, niggas all look like clones Same clothes, same fake-ass pose, you know my motherfuckin' name (P-Dog) Motherfucka we raw, who claimin' Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft You Know My Name (P-Dog) I'm blitzin' niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip You Know My Name (P-Dog) We see them bustas and rush 'em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down You Know My Name (P-Dog) Ain't nothin' funny at all, I'd rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay'all It's plain to see, you can't change me, 'cause I'ma be a soldier for life (4x) |
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