P-P-P-Pow (feat. ICP) lyrics

Muther f**kers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked sh*t and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked sh*t p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow no doubt
P-p-p-pow its the truest p-p-p-pow
Who in Soopa Villians illin p-p-p-pow
P-p-p-pow ima blow your mouth all the way out
So when somebody stand behind you they can look out your mouth
P-p-p-pow time to make another million
P-p-p-pow purple pushin bubble stealin
P-p-p-pow show me murder ima show thee the cause
That PCP be havin me im breakin laws in my drawers
P-p-p-pow boogie woogie bang bang dont stop
P-p-p-pow in sync when the Glock go pop
P-p-p-pow dead body boys rollin along
I brings it home and my momma help me bury the bones
P-p-p-pow you can't stop me now im out on the prowl
P-p-p-pow to the judge if im ever on trial
P-p-p-pow ima snatch your f**kin kidney out your stomach
Make you vomit hit the tonic like sonic and get demonic baby
You can't play me
You can't play me b*tch
You can't play me
You can't play me b*tch
**chorus**
P-p-p-pow if you dress up like Osama Bin Laden
P-p-p-pow to them days when n*ggas was picken cotton
P-p-p-pow spittin voodoo on a roller coaster look at me now
Esham and J we thought you knew like you supposed to baby wow
P-p-p-pow make your body rottin p-p-p-pow
For plottin to put your ass out the gate forever forgotten
P-p-p-pow tongue black eyes red cause we walk with the dead
And if we hit your probly p*ssed we take a piece of your head
P-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down
P-p-p-pow Acid rain on the whole underground
P-p-p-pow Soopa Villians on the East Side im reppin the West
Im in the vest but i would push you with the coushins to bed
Blowin on the neighborhood goosh
Because its the best sh*t smoked by the whole damn crew
P-p-p-pow with Monoxide rollin around
We pickin Rudy up in Purple Prince and Pacy parkin P-p-p-p-pow
You can't play me
You can't play me b*tch
You can't play me
You can't play me b*tch
Now let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
These n*ggas still trippin b*tch still lickin di*k in
I slipped another clip in you step to me im rippin
Bullets your flesh rippin your bloody body be trippin
See back in Detroit i be like always dippin
Sound with psychopathic and im still transistin
Im pullin to your cranium you non exsistent
My gat be on fire like the horse from Detroit Pistons
**chorus**