Taydatay - P.W. lyrics

I hit their block Nonstop, young gunnin' All day runnin' To innermeans I'm the most wanted k**in' off opponents Lyrically or wit a Glock Lookin' at the clock It's eleven-five on the dot How could you plot I anticipated every move Way to smooth Never slip cause I made the rules Pay my dues And s**as still want to hate Call the blitz And lay 'em down for the safety Lately I've been hearin' thangs on the street Ready for war like Dinero in the movie Heat I come complete Wit the gats and the ammunitions I open fire And blow away the competition So pay attention Cause I'm only gonna say it once We baggin' hatas in the town like free lunch Instead of checkin' me You need to check that b**h Cause how I see it You the only one p**y whipped [Chorus] Only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped Cause how I see it n***a You the only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped You better think about cash And bounce on dat a** Cause you the Only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped Cause how I see it n***a You the only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped Only one p**y whipped You better think about cash And bounce on dat a** I heard you got an attitude Cause I can get your women in the mood She only grind Just doin' what a hustla do You knew the school Cause she was loose from the start You only hit her first Cause you let her try to lark Mistake two My tape in your tape deck Number three You gave the b**h a hoe your paycheck So I plotted Now me and baby are milkin' you So s**s game from dick In album number two Recognize The city for the g that I be Instead on hatin' homeboy Learn the game properly What It's raw And uncut You f**in' wit a s*ut And she's really on my nuts Who set you up So why you hatin' You should have been paper chasin' Now you want to stalk me like your name is Jason It ain't Friday And b**h it ain't the 13th And I'm a gonna have another hustle about of 15 [Chorus] Nonstop for the '98 On the paper chase Better recognize game Or let the murder be the case All up in your face Wit deep dump in the place Mr. K I double L A Choppin' these n***as like blaze See I throw 'em from the shoulders Like a soldja Bout it bout it like Master P I thought I told ya Game over Sideways till the next motherf**in' level I hit the ghetto Hands on my heavy metal I see some hatas And their b**hes lookin' my way Little did they know I plotted with their hoes yesterday Hit the freeway I got cash to get International Need blaze, bumpin' milk-a-b**h Schemin' Plottin' I know some n***as off the softer than a co*k Pretend to be rock Like nothin' but lead to stop 'em Get along wit a b**h And it's all over wit Got 'em givin' up the chips Because he's p**y whipped