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D-P, D-P, D-P III III, III, III, D-P III While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Same crime, bigger trial, Your Honor suck a dick Let me live out my dreams, until my heart give out Devour cream, you know exactly what this is about Fuck y'all mean, handlin' since a teen Like LeBron or Sebastian, high school graduates Straight to the league, I ain't waitin' for my knee to blow Yesterday I was needin' this dough Get it? I was kneadin' this dough Long as your math is fast if your readin' is slow Yo, my life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine till the dough hit 'er Then told me that the Mo' did it And now it's Kosher, shit is so Hasidic I blow a digit on the diamond at San Tropé visits And won't miss it, so don't twist it Young is just as nice more wrists than '96 TRICK DPIII, yes! Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go Jacksons go back then we cop us some mo' The Benjamins go in the stash box under the floor I'm out for presidents to represent me, now you know SongtexteDPIII, DPIII My boy Sig said he was on a tier where no tears can fall 'Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See in my inner circle, all we do is ball 'Til we all got triangles on our wall Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record I recall, 'cause I've really been there before Never fall behind, 'cause I think too forward All about the grind like me so horny Warned you early on about my mindset You thought it was an empty bomb threat 'Til I flew into the building like A hundred Osamas said to do a few millions Expose the world to a hustler's true feelings I came into this game with nothing to prove You'll never stop a nigga in that type of mood So every move I make confuse the industry I'm out for presidents to represent me DP III Aus Songtexte Mania