Juice Magazin - P-Body lyrics

[Intro] (P!!!!) Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body "Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me" Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P [Verse 1: Sean Price] Aiyo the arm-leg-leg or arm, head Megatron Decipticon Sean duke you my name f** around and send your a** back from where you came Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf Clap cowards, black power, black, red, green and sh** Smoke sour, sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin sh** Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja Dope needles, Don Cheadle, Hotel Rwanda Go get your partner, Rock ain't here n***a Go get your momma, my co*k right here I got this here, it's a different doctrine here f** if the cops aware, you get popped in here Listen, I fear no man but God Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body Four eyes, two arms and three shotties Got sh** on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti A mean mami from Puerto Rico who sell pedico And for the right price princess will pop at your people P-Body "Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me" [Hook: Rock] P!!! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders Pay attention it's gon pop off Body get beat, embody the street Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body [Verse 2: Sean Price] Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth f** a backward a** rapper get smack with the gat happily Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty The left hook'll shatter your chin Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim n***as get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans on, yeah Boot Camp, b**h recognize my team's strong n***a, kneel down, kiss the ring R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen n***a rap Prime Minister pah, President P Pop off my pistol partially parched pa** the tea Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking Saying whatever, love it when I put it together Listen, y'all b**h n***as probably Punani I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body [Hook: Rock] P!!! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders Pay attention it's gon pop off Body get beat, embody the street Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body Partnah, we practically pioneered this position You punks pop sh**, he popping the heaters You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant P-Body [Verse 3: Sean Price] Listen this is the BCC, and double D In the 2k6, we make hits We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough Can't be the "Brokest Rapper You Know", P-Body Yeah, get money or get lost Or get your sh** split, we lickin the fifth off This ain't no gangsta rap How many muthaf**in gangsters rap, listen I mean, truthfully you might think you that But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body The name is new, the face the same The judge is wack, the case is lame I love the rap but I hate the game Matter fact, b**h, what's my name, P-Body