Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P Not what you
my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin? I?m sayin
other day I say.. fuck When I play the bodega it was ..dance for the Dutch. Keep it real, we're living in real time, And I'm feeling the niggers' pain
m black through all of the struggle and the hatred I'm black and I'm not afraid to say it I'm black, I'm black, I'm black, oh, yeah yeah I'm black even
) Well, I'm the franchise, the one you can't deny I'm the only one for you indeed (You indeed) I'm the M.V.P., the number one wifey (M.V.P.) (Oh yeah
same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo, swallow it! (Yo) Dick new shit spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit Hire security to start
trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin' about go like I'm smokin
pull over What for? I gotta take a piss man I got to P, I got to P upon a tree, right I got to P, I got to P upon a tree I P upon a tree because I drink
who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early mornin' stoned pimpin
do Ya talkin bout talkin me talkin bout me to ya whole crew Lil mama I'm a beast Whooa Whooa Lil mama I'm a beast Whooa Yea yea yea Lil mama I'm a beast
feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla You can play hard, under pressure I'm stoned We playin
a scandal Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing
old feel with me I'm dedicated to the game Whether it's the streets or this rap thing I'm gon' maintain a Brooklyn 'Fugitive' I'm the judge, jury and
m makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah) See that's my destiny, although We know none of the wack niggas is touchin' me so... M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P
't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Than I'm in ya
high. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E to be H-A double P-Y, Keep it in
There's something 'bout the cold wind Blowing across your face It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase It's like being in bed with the girl of
