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( ) = Mr. Mixx[Intro from the original PSK, which slowsdown and switches to this track](Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now!Uh! Give it to me!Uh! Give it to me now!)Chorus: Brother MarquisPSK, we makin' that greenBitches always say what the hell does it mean?P is for the people who can't understandHow one real nigga became a real manS is for the way I skeet in they mouthOne by one we muttin' 'em outK is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin'Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'Rockin' on 'till the break of dawnWe gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON!(Rock on ................. break it down now!)Verse 1: Brother MarquisChillin' on the block, on the avenueShootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brewTurned around and seen this fine young ladyShe had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real niceSweeter than honey, sugar and spice (Right.)Told her my name was Brother MarquisYou know my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freakShe said, Marquis, I know your gameHeard about the way you throw that thangI said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?)'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,And uh, lay ya down and do the body rockShe said come on, and we got in the carTook a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)Got some gin, some juice, some cokeI tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no jokeTook me to the crib, laid me on the bedBefore a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)I knew this was a rich lil' whoreShe gave me $100, but I wanted some more(Uh! Bring it down now!)Chorus(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway 5! 15th!61st! Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now!)Verse 2: Brother MarquisAll alone on a Saturday nightSmokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?)My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phoneMan, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)Told me 'bout a party on 1.5I got my pistol, jumped into my rideGot in the party with my pockets fatBitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like that (True.)Now up in the set, who did I see?A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??)I put that red dot up against his headAnd said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead."A thought ran across my crazy-ass mindThe real Marquis ain't doin' no timeI looked in his face, he looked like shitSiss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!(Bring it to me!)Chorus(Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah!Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we gonow! ... Uh! Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5shot y'all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. We'll give itto ya on the next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy!more