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Rastafari-ari Haile Selassie eye [?] limit us, oh Empress [?] queen [?], oh Ah when the church bell ring And you hear the fat lady sing Them shooters never ever try this again Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling, no, oh When the church bell ring And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh Them shooters never mistaken Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no P too [?] Screamin' on the corner like a Hebrew Israelite Frightened with the titans Wolf thug love, niggas is likin' the liken Bullshit thugs get a knife to your Nike and Pop your air bubble, yeah niggas don't fear trouble Uh, the men pop thirty Off digital jam, the Hancock Herbie Go, P, a thug in his essence Fuck faggots, unrequited love is the message Letras de cancionesSean poppin' for the nation Or pay him, non-non-profit organization Uh, I beat your ass for free Then sip weed grass with Talib Kweli, P Oh, yes, sing Ah when the church bell ring And you hear the fat lady sing Them shooters never ever try this again Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling, no, oh When the church bell ring And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh Them shooters never never mistaken Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no Yo, uh, to whom it may concern I'm not concerned with whatever this shit may concern My eighth burn in place, your ashes in the urn Compassionate with rappin', lot of action with the words I'm what you hope to be, vocally Socially a misfit, loco with the biscuit Uh, cry ouch when I enter My GemStar mink your Goose fly for the winter No fashion, a fad Drug traffickin', rappin', stashin' the smack in the cab African-American, more American than African Crackers wanna put me in the box and send me back with them Top five, I'm top gun Rappers all wack with the raps, but not son Nigga, you fell for the knife's slaughter, fool Sean cool, in Hell with ice water, P Ah when the church bell ring And you hear the fat lady sing Them know them shooters never mistaken Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling Oh, when the church bell ring And when the fat lady sing Them shooters never mistaken Man dead, we shot with fire No start no fling, no [?] Today we're going to learn how to play the P Chord. The first thing you wanna do is get your fingers in this position. And if you lift your middle finger, it becomes a P Minor From Letras Mania