Q-Pac Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] You can't stop greatness nigga. I'ma keep going I'ma keep fuckin' shit up. Q-Pac. Ha, ahh... [Intro: Quilly] I'm like Wine, I get greater with time, you gettin' old At the end of the rainbow it's a pot of gold You can say whatever about me, I never told Even if it wasn't my work, I never told Even if it wasn't my gun, I never told Quilly stand tall in them courts; Manute Bol You back biting and pillow talking, that's for the hoes At the table to the label, dropping load Bagging up crack with gloves, I'm on parole Cheesy breadsticks in my pockets; Kaiser Roll I sold just about everything except my soul Kickin' bitches out like Martin, my heart cold Got watch out for the pigs, the strip bacon I'm good, got my five in; assalamualaikum Need my shot, derrick rose; my bones aching I'ma flex, stay with the tech, the game flagrant Got weight, started with 8; Troy Aikman Omar Epps, Higher Learning, I stayed patient Need a bitch to ball with me; Sanaa Lathan I give the brick a bowl cut, then I start shaving Held it down like a Du-Rag, now bitches waving I kept it too real, the fakes started fading The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made pavements I'm just the most hated, I'm just your hoes' favorite You get the rock and hold on to it; pump faking The 6 deuce ain't got nothing on it, it's butt naked (DAMN!) [Hook: Quilly] I'm in my hood everyday, same niggas', I ain't change Man I'm good round the way, yeah.. (Haines Street) Heart full of ambition, I told them I would fuck it up They ain't listen (they ain't believe it) I got my eyes on the prize, yeah, kept it bean The whole time, I ain't lie, yeah (come on!) (Verse 2: Quilly] Things was fine when the sun would shine But when the rain came then when the hoes would slide Hittin' them counties, me, Reef, Tone and Stafh I got it from the muscle, that's why I'm bonafide Whistle on me now, you left your chrome inside The fam good, we never let them hoes divide They for the whole team, we let them hoes decide Patti LaBelle, man I really sold them pies Your verse ain't hot enough, your coke ain't locking up Put too much bake on it, wonder why they ain't coppin' up The D.A. wanna box me up, I did the powerhouse on house arrest They tried to lock me up They rolled on me, took a dime and shot me up I bounced back like cooked crack, I'm rocking up I'm too street, they say I wasn't pop enough But every time they turn the radio on, I'm popping up [Hook: Quilly] Baby make your money, never let it make you Grind hard no matter how long it take you Youngin' stay down, you can get this cake too Living my movie, playing my role like in take 2 (ooouu) Show love even if them niggas' hate you (yeah) Show love even if them bitches hate you (nana) If it ain't break you, it made you (aww man) It don't matter what they doin', you remain you (come on!}