Текст песни: Paris - You Know My Name
About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash
Careenin` though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap
A shame it came to this, aimin` `cause them niggas don`t listen
The sweat is glistenin`, I grimace, `bout to service these sentences
On the trigger, I know them niggas, soon as we start
And get the clip to spittin`, counterfeits`ll shit in they drawers
Don`t really want none, but somethin` got them niggas mistaken
Thinkin` that music make `em safe, I cross `em out with a K
Now renegades, disperse, attitudes get worse
You`ll see these niggas on the news if I burst and get `em first
Servin` all these nut swallowin` followers in they mouth
Spittin` clips in they Impalas, Inshallah and we out
What we about, is justice and freedom, fuck the rest
Black women more than asses and breast
I test any nigga disagreein`, pee on wannaGs, remember me?
P-Dog, motherfucka I`m raw, follow my lead
Now fuck `em if they famous, we ventilate they craniums
Entertainers know they places, if they fake then we aimin
I pray and blaze, comin` fully raised, obey
I`m on that Che, make these niggas behave, now what you sayin`?
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Motherfucka we raw, who claimin` Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
I`m blitzin` niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
We see them bustas and rush `em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Ain`t nothin` funny at all, I`d rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay`all
Since we servin` I`m puttin` brothers on alert
Put the first nigga trippin` in dirt, don`t leave `em hurt
Way too heinous, we show `em our demeanor is meanest
Who wanna see us when I pop? The soldier shit don`t stop, fuck any cop
You know how we do, so glad to meet you
If you haven`t heard, I`m raisin` the curb, hopin` you see through
These plastic-ass Nittis, Corleones and Locs
Leave these niggas lookin` shitty, Noriegas is jokes
Now call your folks, and let `em know
Paris wreckin` any nigga imitatin` these crackas upon they records
See me check `em, these bitches rather switch then fight
While niggas civil rights dwindle Kristal is what they into
But I refrain, they petty as change, complain
Niggas playahatin` but ain`t knowin` the game
I shame cowards like a scarlet letter, I`m much better
Leave these niggas chasin` chedda impaired, I think they scared
Step into my lair, careers crushed, while my 2-strike niggas test nuts
I`m thumbin` through my Murderdog, niggas all look like clones
Same clothes, same fake-ass pose, you know my motherfuckin` name
(P-Dog)
Motherfucka we raw, who claimin` Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
I`m blitzin` niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
We see them bustas and rush `em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Ain`t nothin` funny at all, I`d rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay`all
It`s plain to see, you can`t change me, `cause I`ma be a soldier for life (4x)
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About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash
Careenin` though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap
A shame it came to this, aimin` `cause them niggas don`t listen
The sweat is glistenin`, I grimace, `bout to service these sentences
On the trigger, I know them niggas, soon as we start
And get the clip to spittin`, counterfeits`ll shit in they drawers
Don`t really want none, but somethin` got them niggas mistaken
Thinkin` that music make `em safe, I cross `em out with a K
Now renegades, disperse, attitudes get worse
You`ll see these niggas on the news if I burst and get `em first
Servin` all these nut swallowin` followers in they mouth
Spittin` clips in they Impalas, Inshallah and we out
What we about, is justice and freedom, fuck the rest
Black women more than asses and breast
I test any nigga disagreein`, pee on wannaGs, remember me?
P-Dog, motherfucka I`m raw, follow my lead
Now fuck `em if they famous, we ventilate they craniums
Entertainers know they places, if they fake then we aimin
I pray and blaze, comin` fully raised, obey
I`m on that Che, make these niggas behave, now what you sayin`?
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Motherfucka we raw, who claimin` Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
I`m blitzin` niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
We see them bustas and rush `em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Ain`t nothin` funny at all, I`d rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay`all
Since we servin` I`m puttin` brothers on alert
Put the first nigga trippin` in dirt, don`t leave `em hurt
Way too heinous, we show `em our demeanor is meanest
Who wanna see us when I pop? The soldier shit don`t stop, fuck any cop
You know how we do, so glad to meet you
If you haven`t heard, I`m raisin` the curb, hopin` you see through
These plastic-ass Nittis, Corleones and Locs
Leave these niggas lookin` shitty, Noriegas is jokes
Now call your folks, and let `em know
Paris wreckin` any nigga imitatin` these crackas upon they records
See me check `em, these bitches rather switch then fight
While niggas civil rights dwindle Kristal is what they into
But I refrain, they petty as change, complain
Niggas playahatin` but ain`t knowin` the game
I shame cowards like a scarlet letter, I`m much better
Leave these niggas chasin` chedda impaired, I think they scared
Step into my lair, careers crushed, while my 2-strike niggas test nuts
I`m thumbin` through my Murderdog, niggas all look like clones
Same clothes, same fake-ass pose, you know my motherfuckin` name
(P-Dog)
Motherfucka we raw, who claimin` Mob Boss without no balls, them niggas soft
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
I`m blitzin` niggas with hits, they counterfeits but they still talk shit without a clip
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
We see them bustas and rush `em with no discussion, let the battle cry sound, we puts it down
You Know My Name (P-Dog)
Ain`t nothin` funny at all, I`d rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay`all
It`s plain to see, you can`t change me, `cause I`ma be a soldier for life (4x)
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