P D Roll 'Em - Scarface

Here it comes fool, I play the game where it’s no rules

Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I’m so cool

Quick to get 'em up with a nigga, I ain’t dodgin' em

Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I’m squabbin' em

Representin' the Park since I’m living here

Walkin' through the hood from another set, give it here

And after the jackin', you still want more, heh

Fuck your posse, it’s time for the coroner

Don’t fuck with the Park niggas swarm

More niggas found dead in my hood than in Vietnam

Rollin' seven deep to a car

Quick to take that ass to war, yo

It ain’t no sleep being lost

Cause territorial rights are being enforced

So when you’re rollin' up Holloway, floor it

And if a nigga flags you down keep going

Don’t stop and sell your soul

You’ll fuck around and get your ass P.D.

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The last album passed gold

And you wanna know the meaning of P.D.

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Well I’mma break it down for you real clean

In other words getting blasted

Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it

9 times out of 10 he can’t

That’s just one more nigga in the paint

You see, when I go to work

I hit a muthafucka where it hurts

Starting off at his home site

And fuck up a nigga’s whole night

You out of there, just like that there

For jumping in the ring with a bear

It’s easily executed

Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it

You can’t get it no cleaner

Make a hit, break quick to the Beamer

Head south, take us to the hole

And don’t be no fool and get your ass P.D.

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My own hood is confusing me

Shit just ain’t what it used to be

I’m stepping back on my old block

The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock

Even the niggas I was raised with

Are walking around in a daze and shit

Man: «Say now, can I get a dollar for a cold one?»

And got his hands out like I owe him

But I don’t owe dat nigga

I was growing in the hood until I got bigger

I hollered at my boys in the game

And only a couple of em changed

Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack

And all the rest of my boys down with Ak

The rest ain’t about jack

But I still love the hood, so it ain’t about that

It’s all about being down with it

Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it

Like my nigga doing time in the trunks

Now that was a down muthafucka

A couple of keys, my nigga stole 'em

Straight up fucking P.D.

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So lay it down in the dirt

Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt

That’s how it is, and always will be

I had to have it, even if it killed me

The sight of losing didn’t thrill me

So I had to go and steal G

Just to make a quick one

And I adidn’t give a fuck who fell short to be a victim

You or your family Bro'

Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D.

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