P's & Q's Lyrics - Singles - Saukrates

Captiol Hill, yeah 

(Chorus) 

Ain't nobody with the skills we got 

Putting shit together just to form another plot 

Better be on your P's and Q's 

Here's a message from me to you, bloow 

Ain't nobody with the skills we got 

Always putting shit together just to form another plot 

Better be on your P's and Q's 

Here's a message from me to you, bloow 

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Verse 1: 

I break you off a little something 

There ain't no reason to be frontin' 

He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing 

Pick up my pen, begin 

To let my mind bend again 

Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing 

Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough 

While I chill on the land of the lore 

With your raps sound soft 

Beats never coming off 

How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall 

Losing you skill, what's the deal? 

Peeling caps on you record 

Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen real steal 

Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record 

Making dough, but it's your own shit still 

Now's time to play big Will nigga 

After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor 

Trigger in you clutches 

Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas 

Spoke about the dutches 

New style every month from Tony Touches 

You capitalize on franchise type of shit 

Generic in your eyes 

No name brand the same 

But can't even do it like the orginal Fame 

Get that ass out the game 

Nigga, what! 

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(Chorus) 

Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money? 

Broke you off last week, Yo! 

Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin' 

On some different type shit 

But your position at present could get your wig split 

Baby, what! 

I know we cool like that because, we known each other for years 

And all the time we was on the same level 

But you turned up the treble 

Not me I became a hip-hop MC 

On the other hand, babee 

You think of profiling as an acuvision (?) 

Last year was a different situation 

Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back 

Smoking BDs, mixing hash with weed 

Denim and army fatigues 

You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat 

Now you're chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat 

Put you up in the crib 

Now you think you're all that 

Fly DKNY, Versace panties on your ass 

But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in class 

Correct that bullshit, fast! 

And quit coming around my niggas begging for cash 

That's you boyfriend's task 

I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the other day 

'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my way 

Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't play 

Ah, honey, next time you change, don't stray 

You hear me? 

(Chorus) 

Ain't nobody, skills we got, 

Ain't nobody, Saukrates y'all 

Better be on your P's and Q's 

Here's a message from me to you, bloow