Letter P - J-Love, Kool G Rap, 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

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