there, P-5-D out there What what, S-P out there yaknamsayin' (S-P forever) Philly out there, aiyyo I'm still out there (2-1-5th) S-P to the, to the to
can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby, we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't
Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P
of caine Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar I got the outtie T T the same color as fire You just gettin a name Puttin shit in the game
don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more Unless they got a case pending Unless they poke somethin' up Unless they keepin' it real gutter, y'know
gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it Ja-da-mwa, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga That the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit,
iron But yet it complex like its Mayan science Or Aztec math Crazy as a mess tab I feed niggaz like a mess hall And yes y'all Its Willie I address y'all
feel it But that's all them lils said But licks told we can pick up the looks to the field yo We can party with P.T.s on T.P. With a tub of hennesse
don't nann hoe Who off tha chain like me, you understand hoe? I got tha niggas at me, I got tha bitches at me At the shows dyke hoes blowin' kisses at
bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side You can love it, you can hate it You can want it I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
booty hugged Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love [Juelz Santana] I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to play It's money
just for Free Weezy day And since they did ? like Emmett Till Crack the Patron seal [La Roux - Sample] [The Game] I can take you back to '03 when ain't nobody know me My game
game up!) You a kid (Step yo game up!) You drink gin (Step yo game up!) Is that your friend (Step yo game up!) Tell a nigga you with you better (Step yo game up!) P
know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure" I said, "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure" You know this ain't the weather
't tell a nigga shit) They can't tell me shit (Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit) Can't tell me shit (Punk police can't tell a nigga shit
baby ask for alcohol in the wrong y'all I won't bust no drama To the pack of Dom of Perignon or (Malarial?) it's all here Ain't no Hollywood, my bid
spinal exam I'm somethin' like a rhino wit' ram Animal, beast Irritate you pussies like plamidium yeast Y.M. militia you niggas betta retreat Or be like this beat R.I.P