Perc Nowitzki, Pill Cosby, Pill Bellamy

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[Verse 1: Quilly] Uh, yeah Perc Nowitzki, Pill Cosby, Pill Bellamy Riding round' wit 25 to life; all felonies New cheese, Blue beans, old hundreds and celery Lawyer paid off, if they book me then he bailing me The numbers high and they stepped on, fuck is you selling me? The MAC on the shoestring blacker than Dick Greggory Riding round' with instinct, origin and Pedigree Most you niggas' told, I ain't hearing what you telling me We the ones that kept it a hundred and never told You the one that got on the stand and broke the code It's fucked up they rattin' and clappin', these niggas' bold I'm bringing my long sleeves out, it's gettin' cold I'm the new sound, new wave, new era Suit gettin' fitted; compliments to my tailor I can smell success, this the opposite of failure Kept us above water, I'm the captain and the sailor I know these niggas' jealous, they gon' send the cops to jail us Tuck the work, only thing left; paraphernalia I know they wanna break up the family like Roc-A-Fella All your beats track, you should of went acapella Whole closet drum sets, you don't want none of that Work out all through the winter until the summer back Packs doin' sit ups and squats, the rocks; jumping jacks Clinton Portis, my youngin' get them packs and run it back Watch for the cops, roll over if you fumble that It's kool if you fuck my money up, you bringin' double back Hustle this, hustle that, hustle pills, hustle crack Sonic in the pot, watch me bring that bill Russell back Penfield Canadian goose with the lumberjack Spin your block with them drums, bring them [?} back Fuck your bitch, give her back to you and get my number back Big Tymer, Quilly Mannie Fresh in that Hummer black No limit, Master P, C-Murder Not New Orleans though, Haines & Magnolia Smokers hit the Yola, get slim like Soulja Nothing but cocaine and Guns, go open my folder Rap sheet longer than a tail on a cobra Angel on my right, devil on my left shoulder Tellin' me to kill these niggas' like Ebola 4 oz of Coca, lil' baking soda Heat the pyrex and then I stretch like yoga She gon' shine the choppa if she got that super soaker Grand slam then I send her home; Sammy Sosa Pop 3 30's, get a sprite soda, mix the yellow up with the purple Minnesota