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letra de p's & q's - b-eazy

[hook: b-eazy]
i stay on my p’s & q’s, blowing q’s & p’s/
any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/
cause i’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/
so you better think twice ‘fore you ever f-ck with me

[verse 1: b-eazy]
don’t let the kindness fool ya/
i stay around some shooters/
and keep a choir with me/
all they sing is “hallelujah!”/
got your preacher on speed dial/
it still gets me how/
you was on top, now you 6’ underground/
that’s kind of senile, this ain’t no freestyle/
meanwhile, i’m blowing trees/
this the major leagues now!/
you with the big boys/
who tote them big toys/
and they love attention/
when they spit we make big noise/
like pow, pow! leave you on the ground now/
survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild/
that’s you eulogy boy, so don’t f-ck with b/
i keep the kind of heat the army don’t need to see/
cause i stay on my p’s, can you excuse me please?/
picture me polishing pistols planning on your prophecy/
so think before you speak/
look, i don’t wife beat/
but you might catch me in a tank/
arms out like master p

[verse 2: b-eazy]
it ain’t like eazy to let the drama slide/
cause if my momma cry, your momma cry/
lonely on the front pew, boo-hoo as she wonder why/
why’d her son die so young?/
cause of death: homicide/
so drastic! whole family asked if/
i could be the pall bearer, it’s gonna be closed casket?/
so fantastic! you should’ve seen my suit/
plus the flowers & funeral arrangements that we may for you/
yeah, the funeral’s at 1, but you got a chauffeur, too!/
and he don’t ask questions, he already got directions/
like me, he’s on his p’s & q’s like after m, n, o/
shirt matched the hat, black hat matched the limo/
i overheard him banging my demo in the processional/
by any means, track 8/
ok, here we go!/
wait, you didn’t get the memo? didn’t hear it?/
this whole verse i’ve been talking to your spirit/
a little too much…

[verse 3: b-eazy]
time waits for no man/
and the clock starts ticking when the gun goes (bam!)/
and as a man, i stand on my own two/
no handouts, i do what the f-ck i want to do, and you?/
you still doing what the f-ck she you tell you to/
it’s best that you invest in a new schedule/
or get some goals about yourself/
yeah, that’s what you better do/
or h-ll yeah, fool/
look, she’s on to the next dude/
with the big car, huge place, fire place/
and all that by the next day… great!/
while you sit & wait, and contemplate/
she’s out to play her own game of elimidate/
and today, you’re the next up to eliminate/
so save all the misfits & sh-t that you was finna say/
cause it’s a different day and needless to say/
i’m on point, like a needle in hay, but hey!

[verse 4: b-eazy]
a procrastinator never has his sh-t made up/
be in the back of line always hollering “hey, y’all wait up!”/
-ss always lying, be messin a n-gg- day up/
late to his own funeral/
f-cking a n-gg- wake up/
you gotta stay true to what you do & get your weight up/
it’s a full time job, sometimes you gotta stay up/
but some way y’all already lost, los angeles lakers/
and if it ain’t right make a left hand layup/
my dream is to be a lot more than just a writer/
guide the children to a brighter light/
cuz you might lose a life doing life at rikers/
shoutout to my real riders/
i am a soul survivor!/
sorry if i’m losing you like a smoker do is lighter/
look, i tried to make it easy/ what you think rewind’s for?/
i’d like to vote & hold a real n-gg- cipher/
for all the million dollar men & billion dollar boys like us!/

[verse 5: b-eazy]
they say baseball is america’s past time/
cuz life always throws curve b-lls, am i lying?/
trying to flip up the script, lie & switch up the pitch/
but i’m reading his lips, which leads to a hit/
my slug average is above average/
i love living lavish!/
look, can you count up all these cuts & carrots?/
bugs bunny, silly rabbit/
trix are for kids and games are for lames/
i’m runnin this sh-t, you stay in your lane/
i’m running this race, you running in place/
i’m stealing this base, you still in disgrace/
no witness to trace, i’m filling your face full of/
whatever i have concealed in my waist/
i catch bugs all day, plus i even trap mice/
look, i’m the kind of fly you don’t want to sacrifice/
let me bend a few corners & leave you with a hot plate/
on your way home run, cuz it’s not safe n-gg-, umph…

- b eazy

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