Epps:] My name is P-Shake I'm a number runner And I just wanna let you know that I'm gettin' that Arab money I'm gettin' that Chinese money I'm gettin
you turn the music up [Busta Rhymes] You got a hotter other than my Copacabana, mama Gotta lotta shit with you when I'm loving persona mama Always love to get
words that's called perfect timing I feel like a favour, I feel like a savour They clock in my neck, I feel like I'm flavour I go so hard, Loso god Damn
(Let's go) And I ain't gotta tell ya'll who I be Cause 100 hundred doller bills dey like baller ID And I get under niggas skin dey should call me IV
Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online
I'm getting of track And I saw rap As a way to get away From everybody telling me the day is not my day My day my week my month my year My tears held
a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam But yet I'm judged, leather prophet and all that Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat And yet they ask me, "
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e Got these
I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine I dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wine Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog Jump in my bitch, and I
me the money, I'm gone show what you need Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in
contraband Slipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bank Moving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drink Hitting the dank and I
and that's about a god damn shame Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I'm still in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo
black, or raping the track And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap I'm writing my rhymes, through my fetty's no slack I'm ready to the sell
