I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
Don’t let the kindness fool ya/
I stay around some shooters/
And keep a choir with me/
All they sing is «Hallelujah!"/
Got your preacher on speed dial/
It still gets me how/
You was on top, now you 6' underground/
That’s kind of senile, this ain’t no freestyle/
Meanwhile, I’m blowing trees/
This the Major Leagues now!/
You with the big boys/
Who tote them big toys/
And they love attention/
When they spit we make big noise/
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now/
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild/
That’s you eulogy boy, so don’t fuck with B/
I keep the kind of heat The Army don’t need to see/
Cause I stay on my P’s, can you excuse me please?/
Picture me polishing pistols planning on your prophecy/
So think before you speak/
Look, I don’t wife beat/
But you might catch me in a tank/
Arms out like Master P
I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
It ain’t like Eazy to let the drama slide/
Cause if my momma cry, your momma cry/
Lonely on the front pew, boo-hoo as she wonder why/
Why’d her son die so young?/
Cause of death: homicide/
So drastic! Whole family asked if/
I could be the pall bearer, it’s gonna be closed casket?/
So fantastic! You should’ve seen my suit/
Plus the flowers & funeral arrangements that we may for you/
Yeah, the funeral’s at 1, but you got a chauffeur, too!/
And he don’t ask questions, he already got directions/
Like me, he’s on his P’s & Q’s like after M, N, O/
Shirt matched the hat, black hat matched the limo/
I overheard him banging my demo in the processional/
By Any Means, track 8/
Ok, here we go!/
Wait, you didn’t get the memo? Didn’t hear it?/
This whole verse I’ve been talking to your spirit/
A little too much…
I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
Time waits for no man/
And the clock starts ticking when the gun goes (Bam!)/
And as a man, I stand on my own two/
No handouts, I do what the fuck I want to do, and you?/
You still doing what the fuck she you tell you to/
It’s best that you invest in a new schedule/
Or get some goals about yourself/
Yeah, that’s what you better do/
Or hell yeah, fool/
Look, she’s on to the next dude/
With the big car, huge place, fire place/
And all that by the next day… Great!/
While you sit & wait, and contemplate/
She’s out to play her own game of Elimidate/
And today, you’re the next up to eliminate/
So save all the misfits & shit that you was finna say/
Cause it’s a different day and needless to say/
I’m on point, like a needle in hay, but hey!
I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
A procrastinator never has his shit made up/
Be in the back of line always hollering «Hey, y’all wait up!"/
Ass always lying, be messin a nigga day up/
Late to his own funeral/
Fucking a nigga wake up/
You gotta stay true to what you do & get your weight up/
It’s a full time job, sometimes you gotta stay up/
But some way y’all already lost, Los Angeles Lakers/
And if it ain’t right make a left hand layup/
My dream is to be a lot more than just a writer/
Guide the children to a brighter light/
Cuz you might lose a life doing life at Rikers/
Shoutout to my real riders/
I am a soul survivor!/
Sorry if I’m losing you like a smoker do is lighter/
Look, I tried to make it easy/ What you think rewind’s for?/
I’d like to vote & hold a real nigga cipher/
For all the million dollar men & billion dollar boys like us!/
I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
They say baseball is America’s past time/
Cuz life always throws curve balls, am I lying?/
Trying to flip up the script, lie & switch up the pitch/
But I’m reading his lips, which leads to a hit/
My slug average is above average/
I love living lavish!/
Look, can you count up all these cuts & carrots?/
Bugs Bunny, silly rabbit/
Trix are for kids and games are for lames/
I’m runnin this shit, you stay in your lane/
I’m running this race, you running in place/
I’m stealing this base, you still in disgrace/
No witness to trace, I’m filling your face full of/
Whatever I have concealed in my waist/
I catch bugs all day, plus I even trap mice/
Look, I’m the kind of fly you don’t want to sacrifice/
Let me bend a few corners & leave you with a hot plate/
On your way home run, cuz it’s not safe nigga, umph…
I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me
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