| Here it comes fool, I play the game where it’s no rules | 
| Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I’m so cool | 
| Quick to get 'em up with a nigga, I ain’t dodgin' em | 
| Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I’m squabbin' em | 
| Representin' the Park since I’m living here | 
| Walkin' through the hood from another set, give it here | 
| And after the jackin', you still want more, heh | 
| Fuck your posse, it’s time for the coroner | 
| Don’t fuck with the Park niggas swarm | 
| More niggas found dead in my hood than in Vietnam | 
| Rollin' seven deep to a car | 
| Quick to take that ass to war, yo | 
| It ain’t no sleep being lost | 
| Cause territorial rights are being enforced | 
| So when you’re rollin' up Holloway, floor it | 
| And if a nigga flags you down keep going | 
| Don’t stop and sell your soul | 
| You’ll fuck around and get your ass P.D. | 
| rolled | 
| The last album passed gold | 
| And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. | 
| roll | 
| Well I’mma break it down for you real clean | 
| In other words getting blasted | 
| Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it | 
| 9 times out of 10 he can’t | 
| That’s just one more nigga in the paint | 
| You see, when I go to work | 
| I hit a muthafucka where it hurts | 
| Starting off at his home site | 
| And fuck up a nigga’s whole night | 
| You out of there, just like that there | 
| For jumping in the ring with a bear | 
| It’s easily executed | 
| Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it | 
| You can’t get it no cleaner | 
| Make a hit, break quick to the Beamer | 
| Head south, take us to the hole | 
| And don’t be no fool and get your ass P.D. | 
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| My own hood is confusing me | 
| Shit just ain’t what it used to be | 
| I’m stepping back on my old block | 
| The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock | 
| Even the niggas I was raised with | 
| Are walking around in a daze and shit | 
| Man: «Say now, can I get a dollar for a cold one?» | 
| And got his hands out like I owe him | 
| But I don’t owe dat nigga | 
| I was growing in the hood until I got bigger | 
| I hollered at my boys in the game | 
| And only a couple of em changed | 
| Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack | 
| And all the rest of my boys down with Ak | 
| The rest ain’t about jack | 
| But I still love the hood, so it ain’t about that | 
| It’s all about being down with it | 
| Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it | 
| Like my nigga doing time in the trunks | 
| Now that was a down muthafucka | 
| A couple of keys, my nigga stole 'em | 
| Straight up fucking P.D. | 
| roll 'em | 
| So lay it down in the dirt | 
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt | 
| That’s how it is, and always will be | 
| I had to have it, even if it killed me | 
| The sight of losing didn’t thrill me | 
| So I had to go and steal G | 
| Just to make a quick one | 
| And I adidn’t give a fuck who fell short to be a victim | 
| You or your family Bro' | 
| Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. | 
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