Gone girl Came to city with nothing, No dame, no diddy, no fucking Ruthless P To tell these man who I be (P I beg u tell these man who u be) Ok, well tell these man, take a seat I was born on the bad side, The thorn in my dads side. I ain't boasting I'm just warning these rap guys, The flow is the maglite, shone in the face of these man. Got them paro, like they bunnin a 8th of that dank, And for sake of your fam, please don't try me I was made to go ham, Like my son was Canaan, Back in the day I was Paul, In them blacked out ray bans that Stevie Wears. I was needing a prayer. Just me with my brear's, Think C and DD was there, Told me the way I sound on CD was rare. Like the Dead Sea scrolls, This is deathly cold, This my path, inshallah I get my minute to speak, Like caveman your image is weak, Only difference between Di Vinci and me, (What's the difference P?) I been on the street, this is for my bredders that sleep, In the day and dream of the nighttime. About arenas & fine wines. About Beemers and bright lights. They tell ya to hold a 9-5, Not how to roll the dice right, bye. Bye bye bye bye baby no more workin them jobs Bye bye bye bye baby No more servin them shots X4 For too long I let these amateurs reign, Now it's time, To get your camera again. Spit it live from the manor, Where the man are insane. Where the grams are exchanged, Where the savage and saints, Collide in the nighttime, Cos grinding that 9-5 is bake, And bosses take the piss, They ain't bosses though, bosses take a risk. And no holidays, for shit. Cos the money never sleeps, While u were sunning of the beach, Spent 10 summers hungry on the street, Duppying these beats, Now cuzzy im in beast mode Used to chill with Gully and De Bow, Waiting on a reload, Listening to Rico, Now I chef it up Michelin, like bistro 51 This is for the City slum Where the lift pissy. And bushi no ichiban (love & honour) Is worth more then gold, Cos the money made serpents, are colds and they'll hold you in a grip, Colder then the soldiers taking pics, Out in Abu ghraib. See when I'm out on road I keep the Tutankhamun face See I used to be too arms, Now I'm too calm for these mothfuckers Used to want new garms new charms, Now it's new yards for my brothers yeah No more working them jobs No more serving them shots No more working them jobs No more serving them shots Bye bye bye bye baby no more wokin them jobs Bye bye bye bye baby No more servin them shots X8

Heavens Devils And I see, dark nights with no Batman And I see, Man sparked white in the bathroom And I see, Man wear mask like its fashion In my dreams, My dogs buying up mansions And I see, dark nights with no Batman And I see, Man wear mask like its fashion In my dreams, My dogs buying up mansions Till then we chill in a block, With a nice name, like something gardens, Like there is a garden where there ain't Technically there is, Couple grow ups, means there's something for the kids, To run up and take, get a cut of that cake. Bit of that cream, so they can butter that bread. Ain't gotta chat to a chick, you can fuck her instead. HDC we keep it gutter to death. While the small fry's spit tale, bout fish scale, I gut em and sex Round my neck, keep a couple of heads Yes Yes P, dropped a little Lizzie on the beat, To protect me from the meddling G's, Wanna fuck me already, got a semi, Already see the devil in me, I don't think so, Get ya nose kimbowed Leave your kinfolk lost In limbo, a lot of limbs blown off A lot of things go off, In the dead of the night, In my head, when i write bout seven to five That's why I testify But I will never ever snitch on grind. Cos they holding onto that paper, Like we're holding onto that vapour Til the jury goes, And we got the doe, We'll be on this shit, Like its all we know And I see, dark nights with no Batman And I see, Man sparked out in the bathroom And I see, Man wear mask like its fashion In my dreams, My dogs buying up mansions And I see, dark nights with no Batman And I see, Man wear mask like its fashion In my dreams, My dogs buying up mansions That's why I like crow, Still I'm livin in the twilight zone, Still I'm sippin on the styrofoam, Don't wanna feel fear in my mind no more, Don't wanna hear them cry no more, White girl spillin on the Lino floor, We trapped like the Minotaur. Fuck rap, spent my life on tour, Ain't tryna fuck yats, leave vaginas sore, Just your sinus boy. and just to find us boys u'll have to go I deep where justice is a kind of toy, And we play with them drugs, Trust those judges don't play when its drugs, Yet their playing with us. Saying we're thugs. As long as theirs rays from the sun, We'll never get played for our funds. Name ain't, acid shit it stays on the tongue, In my heart, hatred for none. But don't get it twisted, devil and creator is one, I'm tryna level out the game for my son. Lift my bredder out from making the crumbs, Lift the metal up, aim it and dump Blow a Z of the haze when I'm done, Blow the head off these brey's lika a uh.

Cocaine nights They wanna know where I been for the last few years, Out committing sins, tryna hold onto my last few tears, Watching my last few peers, go broke, go jail, If you road, you know well. You could get blinded on the path to Damascus, Doing lines after dark, with the raptors, Listen to your beating heart, on the mattress Like lord why you leave me so broken, Brothers wandering, when ya see me no jokes king. I ain't laughing at all, Lot of man I know, they were bastards at school. Don't think that the classrooms were small, And don't think that the monkey on our back been mastered at all. They say my ass cynical, I just seen a few things, that have you doubt ya faith, Make ya move yourself up out of that race, Cos rats don't respect cats, And Liars don't respect facts I spit that fire, Like the guy out of left rag P. Certainly don win so we certainly don't play, Certainly don't grin cos were serving cocaine. Ay ay ay ay X2 Money is the motive It's the reason that I wrote this. You know we hustle like Albanian's, Just to get that gwop, we set up shop, On the corner like we Asian, I ain't taking orders from a pagan, Remember how they used to ignore us, Now the same damn yats looking for us like the bacon. Can't forget being sat in my flat eating Rayman (noodles) That's when music came to save man. Now the writings on the wall like caveman. Lightning hit my brain like raydan Then came the thundering , started mumbling like rainman, Kept humble. Quit hustling for space jams (Jordan's) Now I'm on a whole different wave fam P Certainly don win so we certainly don't play, Certainly don't grin cos were serving cocaine. Ay ay ay ay X2

Grew up Grew up a fucking screw-up, Got introduced to the game And fucking blew up. We what? Cuz we blew up, We what? We fucking we blew up X2 Where I'm from that's what we do cuz Coke, pills, weed and B, That's what we move cuz, From young that's all I knew cuz, Kicked out by my mum, Living in the strum where they use drugs, To numb the pain. My auntie drunk again, Yes her Clothes were bummy, yes my boys were cruddy. But one half of every flow will duppy, Half of these, quote, unquote, Spitters. Only choice was army, or sell coke for killers. Spent my late teens, watching fiends sniff G's off of broken mirrors. Now I'm tryna get cream, cah my flow the trillest. Time to speak, on the shit I kept a secret. Put my life on it B, You best believe it. Spent more time on street, then a protest in Egypt, Just me, my team a coke press & creatine, show the process, put P's in. But that shit was artificial man, Still the most flavoursome parts, often are the gristle fam So I put it in a pot watch me start to sizzle fam. Watch me start to sizzle Street thirsty for this shot like she popped a half a drizzle gram Damn Grew up a fucking screw-up, Got introduced to the game And fucking blew up. We what? Cuz we blew up, We what? We fucking we blew up X2 We blowing up regardless Blowing like jihadists Got full blown rows, Blowing up the barbers. Man wanna know who's flow is now the hardest, Life is a bitch, n she blow me like a cartridge that's dirty, You don't know the half of the journey, Been though hardship from early, At 16 my partners were 30 That don't mean I'm fucking MILF's, That meant my pockets filled, with notes with drug traces, Mixed brown and white, like fuck races. Ya man are known to bust cases. My boys are known to ride birds & Scream 'light work'. But we older now, few times they spin the world around, So I'm a different soldier now, I feel to hold my ground. And Put a jake in his place, with my knowledge of the law, I'm a scholar to make ya jaw spin, like a bottle on the floor king, Or a holla when the 4 ring, 'Pop pop pop'I hear them calling, Not cos they bust shots, It's cos the only pics they got pops is his mug shot, This is for the peep's at the bus stop struggling, Keep on hustling, I see you, I be you. Grew up a fucking screw-up, Got introduced to the game And fucking blew up. We what? Cuz we blew up, We what? We fucking we blew up X2

Just my life They been doubting on the champ, Since I sold ounces of the dank, Since I rolled powders in pants, Had a Trouser full of shanks Council houses full of plants, You know we're out here, Know we so bout it. You should call me master P, Them times I was all about the drama B I would tell the youngers, if karma calls, And ask for me, 'you say you ain't seen me' 80's baby raised by the T.V, See Ma was working shift, I was writing but the verse was ish, I would play truant just to search for chicks, But they would say I'm too rough around them times, I was playing tupac. Peeps were getting moved up Postcode wars were getting too nuts. Then my mummy moved us away from the area, But by then I was like a stray terrier. I would always come home to where the guns blow, Where the skunk smoke lingers in the stairwell and Feds pat us down like sisters using hair gel. This is my life, that's all I have to give. Just my life That's all I have to give my That's all I have to give Ain't a rapper X4 Lighting spiffs eating Tavuk shish, You know the change been miraculous, Who thought we'd ever graduate from the bullshit, Still I'll forever ever clap these brey's with a full clip Yes I'd rather rap it trill, Then aim for the mass appeal, You know you lame, you know you ain't rapping real, You know these days having deals, Means selling ya soul, means telling ya girl. That you owned by another man. Me I never been no runner fam, Like Nas at the Summerjam, My act is controversial, on track I'm like a Churchill. Forever ready for war. Ya bredders petty, ya draws Little puppy, mummy should have kept you indoors You ain't ready for road dog. You ain't kept aryan in you sock, Various nefarious dough plots, Ain't been belly with no gwop, Seen Rastafarian grow-ups This is for the areas where most shops double as deli's. This is my life, that's all I have to give. Just my life That's all I have to give my That's all I have to give Ain't a rapper X4

Connor mcgregor On pieces of prison paper, I pen paragraphs of sin. Epilogues for all these rappers, claiming they kings, Let's see if you say the same thing, when I jump in the ring. It's regicide when I bump into kings. I been making gums numb, since I was young. Now I'm in Zaire. Big Kia blunt, my empire the entire game, Spit fire, flame. Like dhalsim, I never throw the towel in I'm Shaolin pedigree, Your a mongrel, I'm either Mao or Kennedy, Depends who you ask though, Used to be in ends with the cargo, Always in my sock, Cos I'd rather go pen, then put peng in my arsehole. Now I just chill, watch some Fargo, Either that or I'm reading Or I'm sipping Don with my bredders, While Connor McGregor, Show these man about fighting, Irish like Osiris i sun gods, That means I'll battle anyone at jumpoff, Might sound obnoxious, I can talk at Oxford like Malek shabazz, Im deep as Nas or Venezuelan oil, This year I'm tryna take my chick, to Jamaican soil. Bail out my co-d Come back a rasta like Alberosie, I'm foul as goat meat, left out in the sun for days. Used to be stressed out, some my days I went without eating, got drunk for days. Couldn't piss without bleeding. Back then I wanted to talk to BIG with no mediums, Answer me this, what's Bruce lee's fists without demons pulling 'em back, My bars like bullets to straps, pussy I'm back.

We made it. Now I have your attention, I'm back with a vengeance This dank I'm dispensing I rap for my bredren that wanna fuck a chick, Bumper so big it has its own engine, Bumper so big it jam in the entrance. Life a bitch n if u from the bits, U better have some direction HDC got the baddest intentions. bout to fill with her More beads then a catholic convention. Plus we don't eat before we beat, So you best freak in the back of the restaurant, In the jeep, no tax on it bredren, If she sorry when she leaves send the yat to the reverend. No time for no passive aggression, We jus want yats that askin no questions. Flow like immaculate conception. Unbelievable. I can give these rappers some lessons, Way I keep it raw, I could give these trappers some lessons. Rappers are whack, imagine they Lennon, Imagine they trapping, crap I been hearing, is whacked than crack. Had to go back on attack like dominoes these rappers collapse These rappers get wrapped Ah snap, ah shit Are these dogs trapping that piff While you were attached to that tit Was already on strip, Before your cherry was split I already had whips I'm all ready for this I'm all ready for this, bitch We aint made it, But we're about to go ham on this bitch, So ham, That I bet Mohamed is pissed, Sorry Mo, they been chatting some scandalous shit, Bet when we all blew (blue), like a gang of Los Angeles crips, they'll be like fam we always knew You was the man of this shit Rappers be bitches, Ratchets they snitches, Who else be rapping this vicious, Painting these pictures. Whose else came in with no rizlas or haze, Still got these bredders all waved, Still got these Devils to say. How could he be this official. Must be involved wid demons n rituals, Nah, I'm just seeing it simple. My dream is so visual, my pain is so potent. Pass the petroleum pass me the match, Bars like napoleon, tell ya dogs to relax. I'm the don gargon, promised my mandem, I'm gonna bombard 'em. When I left for city, shit I had nothing but bars king. I was nothing but starving. Wasn't fucking with Martin or Gandhi, All I had was heart with no plan, B So if I get half of a chance B, Ima treat the game like Leo, Parking that Lambi. N iwhen the Lemon wear off, Ima be like rah its Jumanji, rah

Trillmatic 80's baby, 90's raised me. Like a killer with no contract Mercenary villain with a bomb strap, Chilling with the cognac, Don't compare me to these brehs, if they song wack, Just compare me to the breh from ong bak, You could say I'm on crack, but I'm far from lips chapt! woolley hat. I'm in the hoodie that, Mark Mcnairy made. Yes I spar with heavy weights. If life give you lemon, make lemonade. They gave life to my bredren just the other day. Every day another case is caught B, Should have worn a mask like Jason vorhees, Now he changed his stories, Cos he gotta swap the tower block for the cell block, Night is dark and hell's hot. That's why I keep my mind sharp. You shall not violate my higher state. Rhymes like my Khia laced, I like Mariah chase the high notes. Only difference is we're chased by the five-0, While walking on a tightrope, Head bout to pop, like the fork into the LILO. Strap bout to clap, claret bout to splash, Like the water's of ya wife broke. It's like I'm walking on a tightrope But ya'll don't hear me though. Ya'll don't hear me though. It's like I'm walking on a tightrope Tightrope Trillmatic trill, gotta keep it real. But ya'll don't hear me though They like P, like P where's ya video. It's coming. This year I'm finding out a lot of man are pussyhole's, That's why I shut em down. Give a fuck about a pussyholes perspective. Cos when it turn peak, A pussy call detective, I knew this man, he used to jam with us in bed sits, Now he tryna stop us eating like man is anorexic, Well fuck him, Cos sure as the Ammi in my chest, Plan be in effect, Yes I'm feeling blessed. No more peeling Z's. No more raps buried in the asshole. 3 Blackberries, each with a different passcode. Can't be the man that went Jail and never passed GO. So this is for the lost boys, doing bar curls, chicks of them lost boys, on the dance poles, Cos P the only thing. That make a choice in this harsh world. That's why you gotta be a soldier, My quality I told ya. Ain't comparable, See back when you were chillin I would think of every variable. You ain't planned for shit. Ya Graham Taylor or Terry Venables. Can't clean my past, shit I tried every chemical. Now it's just bars after bars as an interval. Tell these rappers friends, it's time to arrange a funeral. It's time for a Range, shinny chains with plenty minerals ugh.

Train Used to be know for the hooks, Al Capone to these rooks, Either zoned in the books, Burning reefer in the zone, where the crooks inside, Looks inside, you really are neeks. I can see tears appearing on you cheeks, When ya chick cheat for the 85th time. Hate these guys talking grease on Twitter. Where you from you can call police, Around here they call police the killers, And they call my peeps <bleep> And when man pull and release the trigger men die, Not computer sprites. Men ride though the night so you can Hoover white, posed by hooker pipes. Buy clothes, pose like ya shoulders so wide when ya doing flies, You can bear hug a mattress, Nowadays there's bare thugs that trap yet. Couldn't score a decent draw, In ikea, Shouldn't talk. Cos man will leave ya pussy leaking on the floor. Cythera This is my era. Time to polygraph these emcees, make em do Molly dabs, then see, what the truth is. I leave the booth ruthless, Couple youths toothless. Now they know what the uncomfortable truth is. I suplex these rappers. Tear through them like durex Rap is the hands of fucks, from the land of 'have not's', Where hammers drop on life tariffs. And like Alice you won't find wonderland here. Fall down this hole, end up no underpants here. Understand here, people ain't got a lot, Not much work, but the Devil's on his job. All the time, we falling like Adam, when he took the apple. Nowadays security will tackle, if you steal a schnapple, Nowadays they don't build no chapels in the hood. Just the betting and the bottle shops. Can't they see their betting that will end up, in the bottle lost, Still they gonna get my message like a Molotov, Mazel tov , at 16 my mamma took my muzzle off, Was around more peng, white girl then HasselHoff, Never have I battle lost, still I can't afford the train. Cussing till they asking for my name in the hall of fame, This year I'm coming for ya lames, All ya chains like Debo, I'm below freezing. So deep, I'm below demons, D-boys I'm coming for ya Kilos, B-boys, you can see I suffered like keloid. to learn how to build had to learn how to destroy, Like Detroit, my side of the city bankrupt, Southside will you stand up and put ya hands up. Like dawn raids by armed Feds, my life change. When arm, leg, leg, arm, head Sent an angel to me, said to me P please put the 8balls to sleep, And the faithful will see that you can see like Neo in the matrix, All these man are basic. I'm a riddle wrote in ancient Aramaic They say rap is dead and I'm the only man to save it, This one dedicated to my cody's on the pavement.

Tale of 2 cities This is a tale of 2 cities, The one you think you know, One where the place, where the girl are so shitty, They call man n run inside ya home. Like cuzzy where the dough? Don't fuck about out here, they don't fuck about. I know Islamic man that flip kilo grams. Pervert the teaching. Plus the pastor is a pervert he preaching. Then he touching them girls, say the demons won't leave 'em, Unless she relieve him, this evening It's deceiving, the lights, the cameras, the action, Behind the scenes, they all fucking fiends sniffing white in the bathroom. This one for my youth, who's future dies in the classroom. Too full and the school too broke, and the teacher is cool, But he a joke. This is the tale of 2 cities Told fat boy to tell a few knitties, had to flip it quick, Bottle out, so I had to sip a bit, For my people in my bits, Had to flip this shit for my immigrants working them low paid jobs, For the mandem, chasing short term stimulants, serving them cocaine shots. This is how it really is. Don't tell me that it's not. So many have street dreams. End up lost in the system, Left to rot in a prison, by the man they pledged allegiance too. Bet they feel this too. bet they do! Not knowing their the subjects. They scream real recognise real. But they don't know how a real bredder like I feel. Used to deal now I chill. Tryna stack cheddar like a mill, then I peel Never feel broke again, never have to steal. Never deal coke again. In a city so unequal, the kids down in Max Roach Park, Play dodge the fucking needle No silver spoon, so they selling fuckin diesel. About the same price as the Arabs at the BP garage. Never been Harrods, but my CD savage Go cop it. This is a tale of 2 cities Had to flip this shit, But allow. You know I had to sip a bit You know I had to sip a bit This is a tale of 2 cities Had to flip this shit, Had to flip this shit, What you thought we done, nah son We only just begun. HDC Used to link this chick, now we barely talk. She's wid all the suits down at Canary Wharf, Used to smoke zoots, now she coke toots, All she talks is 0-2, used to be the one that my man used to go though, Hit, bang, go through. Now when she talk to man, yo she so rude. Well Merci beacoup, we don't need ya here. If ya think ya better, what you think cos you link a bredder, In finance, they different to the bredders that supply grams. Only difference is they sniff it and we sell it. If ya hitting them with pellets, they will love you. Don't think we jelious cos they're thugs too, FUCK CLASS, NO ONE IS ABOVE YOU. No one is above greed, No one in this country, Is just good or just evil. If there's a way for the poor to advance, shit it's gonna be illegal. And that's all I know, And we will never be equal, Nah we will never be equal. This is a tale of 2 cities Nah we will never be equal. 2sides to the story, 2sides to the city, Tell my mamma that I'm sorry but my side isn't pretty Tell my mamma that I'm sorry, Ima ride for the lizzy Cos I cannot die a knitty ugh.

#Fredo All my brothers, them make doe All my brothers sell Yayo All my brothers insane yo All your brothers like Fredo X2 Money is the motive, Sitting in my mummy's ovaries I was plotting on the dough b, Clucking for a Roley, Looking for a chick that will suck it and fuck it, And she barely even know me, Brother it's lonely. When ya living at the bottom and pops don't wanna know me. So I'm plotting with my co-d's. First we went out robbing now I'm shotting to my own peeps. Went Mosque to link God guess what. not GOD don't wanna know me, but I'm familiar with the money thats my homie, And I did it for the money not the phoney, Not the Gucci or the ABERCROMBIE. Please go tell my ma sorry, sheeps don't drive no Ferrari ugh. All my brothers, them make doe All my brothers sell Yayo All my brothers insane yo All your brothers like Fredo X2 Black out on the flow when I smoke spliffs, Now I'm back on the road in a focus, I would sleep in the back, I were homeless, Dreaming of the racks n the Rolex. Scheming on the game like giggs, Only one who really know our name is pigs, The only one who really knows the pain's the strips, And these days there's a whole lotta man tryna claim that shit. So they talk about the game never played it, I was all about the game I was baded, Jewels around my chain, I was jaded. I pulled out the game n concentrated on the flow. Now the money comes slow, but the props don't. Gal stop me on road but the Feds don't . If they do, it's only cos I puff draw. About the petty little laws, don't give a fuck yo. All my brothers, them make doe All my brothers sell Yayo All my brothers insane yo All your brothers like Fredo X2 Chillin with no fake friends, Give a fuck about no pagans, We only wanna make ends Yeah we only wanna make ends Give a fuck about no pagans, Chillin with no fake friends, We really wanna make ends Yeah we only wanna make ends