I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I?
I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I
nothing but formaldrahide It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul Until
presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and
Like Fantasy Island Chad's got one tattoo If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O
(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run
t say nigga, nigga please All ah need is incredible trees n bigger keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze
Even if you don't go to the club that much I got so much rhythm I can feel it MJG and Eightball we the realest Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box
So when the strong wind come it don't remove the self We born alone and die alone but we don't strive alone B E P 'N M O S blaze the trail and we ride
life that's plushed and glamourus Drunk and high with your little soul's crushed Don't you know that life is a mirage I keep myself sober so my soul
't nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come with the ones, I come with the Thugs I come with the things that go bang It's still an +Everyday Thang+, for
since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man [8x] It's real always [verse 3] Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and
to the thuggish ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]
[Chorus: Krayzie] My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded (P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded) (So high, so high am I.) reefer and blunts is all that's needed (needed, needed
yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and
falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and
C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... [Verse
you say Aa-ow! (AA-OW!!) Aa-ow! (AA-OW!!) Come on! Come on! Come on! [POS:] Plug One on the mic, P-L-U-G-O-N-E, yo what's up, you know about Jimmy, you
