P.G.D.R.

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Obviously I bomb, I came shockly I trip and break so the deaths always come in 3's I'm priceless, now it's your style – it's just polite Encore, I get you sicker more to leave the poor No pigs or whores, my memoirs were meant for wars I make that beef hard to chew for you herbivores Nose ring, I murder when the melody Radio killa – got you shakin' like the elderly 80's baby, shoe box full of tapes I'm shittin' on niggas, the style full of side tray Uh they see the chuck so they're tin balls Fuckin up my socks, turn them orange from the inch solz Used to smoke up bettes with a whole 5th of Henny yo My project blow, recite for immunity First time I've seen Woo Tang it meant bigga be Revolution shit nigga, fuck the industry [Hook] Fuck your iPod, dust off my Walkman My side ain't finished, flip it over, keep rockin Now that's classic like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll Now that's real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll [Verse 2:] How's next to shine? I X these niggas like Antex with pesticide Which leave 'em petrified Yo I came 4th, niggas ran off for protection hide Protect your neck, your neck lashanned I get a work to your neckless minds She givin me neck, neck it while I'm reckless drivin' And it's only the second time we met Windows tint, can't see us with the naked eye Fresh to death, you fresh to die Art of flow, my lyrics work out like cardio Sworn for my good exercise Like the paper boy I'm so extra extra Niggas with tags would love to put you next to God Whole zig you like mesh on the vigilent nest My music will stand the test of time Who's next to rhyme? [Hook] [Verse 3:] It's battleship avenue attitude mission exquisite The reason for schemin and why should you all come visit The barbershop buzzin, the windin behind, who is it? She spoil me royally, she say she got it I get it Wife beater and wife niggas I like Caesar pipe tight divas to live seizures Cinematic moves is news to nice features Pull up a seat and pick, my front yard's a 40 seater All I do is stand on this stupid, I can't believe it Swear the eye's mit as mine, my number floodin the bleaches (You can pizza?) Corner mascot block majesty's Modern day fonze, pull off the cool casually If shit step it up hopin we meet Niggas step it up hoes to compete, mac the vocal elite Kinda cool rolling chills round the Atlas I never say I'm perfect but pop's name was Practice [Hook]