Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay yo, Daddy, show these muhfuckas how we do it
Pay, pay, pay, pay
[Verse 2]
Pay, pay, pay, pay
Who holding down NYC, huh?
Pay, pay, pay, yeah listen
[Verse 3]
It don't matter who popping for the moment, P is forever
It don't matter what's the new hot shit, my shit better
Courtesy of myself, thanks to me
I work hard to come with these
[Verse 4]
Sixteens is much more than a rap, this is pure facts
You see what's really good when you catch him by himself
Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ
It's a miracle he still living
[Verse 5]
And you could say a whole lifetime of prayer
But you never in this lifetime player
Be the mayor of the murder, murder, killer, killer
Bloody rap songs out the slums and the squalor
[Verse 6]
Made a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich
I give some to you, now a **** cool
Ha, I ain't got two cent for you bums
Now, watch as I burn rubber in this six hunds
[Verse 7]
CL made my gun ring a bell
Where the shots came from, they never can tell
They just here to fire and everybody bails
One **** on the ground, dying to end hell for real
[Verse 8]
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
And numero uno P, there's no other
Kids, tell them who I be
[Verse 9]
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
The one and only
NIC, who holding down NYC, huh?
[Verse 10]
R.I.P. season begins
Dead bodies popping up, **** getting hit
Others getting beat the fuck up and bashed out
M-O-P style, they get mashed out
[Verse 11]
I razor blade you up and cut you bad
You gon' need plastic where your face was at
Boy, I'll bullet riddle you up and chop you into parts
Then scatter you all over the East Coast, Kiko
[Verse 12]
You playing with your life
You play with me, you like a baby running with a knife
You upset your wife, got my CD in the changer
And you rap too and she don't bump your bangers
[Verse 13]
Your shit wack and then on top
Your lifestyle don't match the shit you pop
This is gonna be simple 'cause you easy
Like 1, 2, 3, I do a **** greezy and say
[Verse 14]
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
And numero uno P, there's no other
Kids, tell them who I be
[Verse 15]
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
The one and only
NIC, who holding down NYC, huh?
[Verse 16]
P, P, P, P, P, P, P, P
Written by: Albert Johnson


