Lyrics

[Intro] Got 'em fucked up now Mmm Philli 215 Yeah Yeah Mmm Nest Yeah [Verse] I'll court you outside just as big of a scrap Sittin' there like a faggot with your leg in your lap Shy gun cave in your back, get your whole cranium cracked I spit crack, animania rap Pack a lil' shop, a horror house and pay with the gat For a fact, there really ain't no explanation for that It's like a powerful impact From the shawty I shot him, separate his head from his body (Uh) Screamin' 'em, "Brook, don't take me there" I got bread locked up in the bank somewhere You up, you in the beam, gettin' shanked somewhere I'm laid back in the telly (Blowin' dank somewhere) The weed stay fuzzy like ZZ Top Seein' Philly, the streets love me 'cause my CD hot P.O. Box 19143 Southwest motherfucker on they JOB Ayo, E, how you let the nigga Fred chokes a dog An eye for an eye, you choke me or choke them shells What you expect? A super thug that's Nory, my name Ness Only stupid, cuz They gon' find you oozin' in a pool of blood No more fast food, can't chew your grub You gotta eat through it too now Only niggas in Southwest, nigga, moves is us [Verse 2] Born again, got a red cup in my hand Rottin' on twenty fools like I'm the rubberband man, and My hand fresh to death, I'm lookin' lovely And givin' bitches room to breathe until I up and leave So y'all better get gone and Bitch nigga still truein' Try to war and them, nothin' slow about me guaranteed You gotta wake up pretty early to pull one on me You see, the game got me sceptical, but I ain't lettin' You these bitches make me lose my cool, hoo And y'all ain't think I was comin' back, nigga, did ya? And skills that's cold and crush an instrumental The child that's golden, mash out in a rental But an old-school caddy dippin' out on the Lorenzo Izzo, walk the street with my pencil But niggas thinkin' they gon' rob me on they bristle What happened to common sensing streak? (Huh?) Bigger than layin' on your back for sense of the sneaks Girl, back in the day with 8-balls, it's worlds they would trip the rental world, nigga, look out for your girl, nigga Is ya 'bout that or not? On the run sippin' cranberry and voks, stop Jay done changed Matter fact, ho, ho, ha, Jay got snanked [Verse 3] I'm the realest nigga alive and y'all already know this shit The crib paid for, so is the whip The SP get hit and so is the kit The yellow rocks in the watch look like frozen piss Throw them throwbacks back, that's over with And them button-up infinites that's over twist I'm on my SP camouflage, soldier shit Big guns, no holster shit Gangsters' poster kid I got stripes like shelltops (Uh) Rob niggas at the L-stop Used to cop water off the shelf rot Slum quarters spot a mailbox, you a poor quarter loose shelf shot Yeah, I'm back to the block with it SK with the stock with it, shootin' at cops with it, uh I'm on the rooftop with it Swat suit with the bulletproof top with it I gotta get the whole shots in it Uh-huh, and keep clappin' like bullets don't stop in it Sidearm clappin', that Glock plastic With two-handing That Smith & Wesson triple action As the world turns on its axis I'm catchin' bodies like I'm signed to the morgue, goin' triple Platinum Y'all niggas suckin' dick backwards, you pussy (Damn, Chad, they want another beat, man) Fuck 'em Uh