Letter P

[Verse 1:Saigon] I pop a pussy person for purposefully perpetrating Point the pistol and pull it, this punk is impersonating My people pack P-89's for prime time They parolin my posse, Im pickin up pom-pom's Personally I preach prophecy These punks puttin out poems about pimping, pushing and property Please, people ain't prepared to be persuaded by political paraphrases they printing in the papers I'm positioning my peers to pump-pump Put the pound to the pig, just let 'em pump pump I pause for you people to peep the letter P Poetically put in a paragraph so perfectly No I ain't a P-I-M-P, but I do got a pistol in my pocket perpetrate and I'll pop it Prince my pitbull, go ahead try and pet it See if you dont leave this place with paramedics Punk [Verse 2:Kool G Rap] Partner I’ll put to you with pain I’ll put it to you plain I’ll pop a few passengers on a Pan-Am plane People call me Crack Pop Cuz I put packs in the pot Pop on the block Get it poppin' like Pac I was placed in the PJs No pot to pee in I get POed when my PO Give me pots to pee in I got pinched, placed in the pen Three cases pending I will penetrate through your chest plate No player pretending You preschool poets are pitiful You playing with no principle Put out public school I put a pencil in the principal Plea bargain my pre-meditateds palmin' my penis You prolly with PoPo and participate with subpoenas I part through your peoples like “Pardon, Pa” it’s a problem They probably plenty prayin or plain playing possum Make police park cars, snap pictures of parts of ‘em Pull punks pop pellets, you punks want no parts of him, period