Esham - P-P-P-Pow (feat. ICP) lyrics

Muther f**kers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious But we be doin wicked sh** and murderin these super heroes P-P-P-POW with the wicked sh** p-p-p-pow Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow no doubt P-p-p-pow its the truest p-p-p-pow Who in Soopa Villians illin p-p-p-pow P-p-p-pow ima blow your mouth all the way out So when somebody stand behind you they can look out your mouth P-p-p-pow time to make another million P-p-p-pow purple pushin bubble stealin P-p-p-pow show me murder ima show thee the cause That PCP be havin me im breakin laws in my drawers P-p-p-pow boogie woogie bang bang dont stop P-p-p-pow in sync when the Glock go pop P-p-p-pow dead body boys rollin along I brings it home and my momma help me bury the bones P-p-p-pow you can't stop me now im out on the prowl P-p-p-pow to the judge if im ever on trial P-p-p-pow ima snatch your f**kin kidney out your stomach Make you vomit hit the tonic like sonic and get demonic baby You can't play me You can't play me b**h You can't play me You can't play me b**h **chorus** P-p-p-pow if you dress up like Osama Bin Laden P-p-p-pow to them days when n***as was picken cotton P-p-p-pow spittin voodoo on a roller coaster look at me now Esham and J we thought you knew like you supposed to baby wow P-p-p-pow make your body rottin p-p-p-pow For plottin to put your a** out the gate forever forgotten P-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead And if we hit your probly pissed we take a piece of your head P-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down P-p-p-pow Acid rain on the whole underground P-p-p-pow Soopa Villians on the East Side im reppin the West Im in the vest but i would push you with the coushins to bed Blowin on the neighborhood goosh Because its the best sh** smoked by the whole damn crew P-p-p-pow with Monoxide rollin around We pickin Rudy up in Purple Prince and Pacy parkin P-p-p-p-pow You can't play me You can't play me b**h You can't play me You can't play me b**h Now let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin These n***as still trippin b**h still lickin dick in I slipped another clip in you step to me im rippin Bullets your flesh rippin your bloody body be trippin See back in Detroit i be like always dippin Sound with psychopathic and im still transistin Im pullin to your cranium you non exsistent My gat be on fire like the horse from Detroit Pistons **chorus**