Put It On The Line (Remix)

[Intro: Percee P & Samples] [?] [Verse 1] I'm a sweet lover, but don't sleep, brother Wanna creep, motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other I bury men, my flow have to vary, with vocabulary, so no adversary win Phill's telling me, for real fellas be still jel' of me Cuties making booty calls like Bill Bellamy Hoes are hot, foes are shut down by the flows I got Clubs close a lot, 'cause I blows the spot Fucking threat, you heard nothing yet No need for bucking TECs For rappers to duck and fret, or up and jet Bustas and marks, the first to die When I spark the verse part That hurts to those that start With Percee P, he be burning dicks like VD Only when you could see these on TV Legs'll spread, like newly weds in sheds [?] puttin' heads to beds, then fled from feds Your hoe ass got a vendetta, 'cause I always been better A trendsetter, fans send letters to me, instead of yo ass [Interlude: Samples] [?] [Verse 2] In the industry, some mimick me And my image be my chemistry to flow infinitely With no limit, G, I'm gimmick free Shed the knowledge, the mental dead'll frolic [?] college The metabolic We search for bodies [?] garlic Some say Pers'll rhyme and may burst ya ego One hit, they hit ya way worser, than Ray Mercer I'm dusting, niggas urgently need emergency surgery There'll be word I leave third degree burns, from combustion Leave eyes black, god smack Your thigh smacked from wise cracks Brutalise cats, those who reply back, die jacked I'm like a widescreen, showing drama, word to momma When the rhymer pulls more trauma than a homicide scene Who could diss Only a few could risk careers doing this Still that numerous, [?] burnt to a crisp See P's handsome, ladies get tantrums, known like the anthem Wanted for ransom, that's when I'm banned from TV [Outro: Samples] [?]