Crack

Give your dude your dough Give your dude your dough and he give you wack tracks Dwight Conroy, father from Montserrat Step in the place, make the joint crack We the coolest everywhere, crack! Never in my life smoked crack, I'm like Shinehead Don't give me that, Bob's your uncle Simple Simon, word to Garfunkel The funk's my only issue, if I'll be around next year? My talent give me no fear, nevertheless I live When he through, then maybe I'll disappear Do you hear what I hear? A sound, booming in the south I can flex my chest, I can flex my mouth Been down with Vince before he worked at AmSouth Don't push a whip but keep it nice on my feet Everyday studio, everyday beats Wrestle a buck, Adrian North fleet I document everything in this book from lyrics to data Wanna take a closer look? Well it's gonna cost you I gotta set some limits, cause a lot of niggas prey on P But I see stay timid, you already know P is real as it gets So I rock on production from Bass D's quartet There's been a lot of intervention lately, a lot of niggas shaky Broads that try to take me for my bakery But my cream is not your concern, I heard your numbers is low Work on reducing churn, be concerned with your, not mine Since P's style been well refined Make sure you always drink to someone or something Pour out a little liquor for niggas who died for nothing Take a drink of my style, stir it, smell it, sip it Toast to Activity Base and P got the spirit