that philly cat who ain't with that silly rap
y'all know how i play quiet towns and tie 'em down
haters wonderin' how i got a position with roc
cuz i listen to the lox and i listen then watch
while you still sittin' in spots
i'm in the porsche box with fox
desert eagle metal in the door
screamin' 'fuck the law!'
we bubble down atl and hit the 'linas
then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs
put blood in your mouth thugs
might front you a q if you buy a pound
if you didn't try it then
why would you try it now?
i wouldn't fire a round into your crown
i lay you down and retire you clown
pat-pat with the deuce deuce
bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
see you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
and you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear
i know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear
spit til my gat sits back
pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh
cop cris' by the six-pack
buggy eye seven come out? shit
while you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea
niggas flashin' back money like it's they money
slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
i'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games
with them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds
i'm a lil' nigga don't speak
here to shut down your whole operation on the street
you know niggas just had to recruit this
my flow drool out like a old nigga toothless
who would believe they pump bleek with ritalin
but weed calm my adrenaline
who the fuck want what? me and bean's trumped up
you niggas'll squeeze on me
need a stadium for in stores
floss chains and i pimp whores
shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight
for you actin' tough cats
but in your heart you serene
you off balance and don't wanna mangle
get it brought to from every angle
this shit'll slow 'em down
your up front dough and your six
sassy fox some brick money
rock the light gray wrist shit
then i show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
you talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand