The R.C.M.P. - Well, they have a duty The R.C.M.P. - To protect themselves The R.C.M.P. - But they break the rules The R.C.M.P. - That they're supposed
now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain'
city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel
track and the D-floor's the fuse The C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then
Eight or nine on a boy, holla at your boy Killa, holla Listen it's the D.I.P, boy, plus the R.O.C, boy You'll be D.O.A, boy, your moms will say, "Oh
right now [m] well whose drawers are these? [r] why you goin through my pockets anyway? Why you dissin me man? [m] i'm movin' on [r] psst, yeah? [m] yeah! [r
pour vous mangez The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso
two three, the crew is called B.D.P. And if you wanna go to the tip top Stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y O" B.D.P. and me we step into the party
gear If money was a sport, I'm gon' beat it every year We gettin' money over here And well, I know where I'm from Yo' girl spinnin' on my d*** just like a
crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup
don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck Yo, it's the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me Catch me in the
in ATL is, whoa Niggaz pimpin' hoes in Chi-town is, whoa Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is, whoa Niggaz stacking dough in D C is, whoa P R D R hold me
feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D.,
before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin' So I'm gonna get what I got comin' and the rest I'm takin' I'm shakin
R P's and we do this damn thing real tough like You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon The homies done made it, I'm so elated Got all of the ladies, ohh
