"PG" as written by Saul Williams and Mickey P....
Ain't from the streets of Compton.
Ain't from no prison yard.
Ain't got no guns or weapons.
Hell, nigga, I ain't hard.
I'd rather help than fight you.
I'd rather hug than swing.

I know where diamonds come from and ain't about to bling.
Ain't got no fancy car. I can't afford my rent.
Ain't even got my own style. Sometimes I'm 50 Cent.
But I ain't got not bullets. And I ain't bullet proof.
And you can take your aim, but you can't kill the truth.
Ay, yo, untie that noose. Son, we ain't free, we're loose.
I'm sleeping on the floor above your party's burning roof.
And when that party's through, here's what you need to do.
Just hold that mic right to your heart and hear the beat of you.
I got a heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard.
I got heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard.


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"PG" as written by Saul Williams Mickey P

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    General CommentI like how he kinda imitates 50 Cent when he says his name. hahaha
    uhuhyeahyupon September 25, 2008   Link
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    General Commentthis whole song is making fun of fuckers like fiddy who rap about street shit and get paid, whereas this ninja's a fuckin poet AND can imitate fiddy at the drop of a hat.

    just listen to that beat and the way he rides it.
    pratyekayanaon September 20, 2010   Link

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