Radikal

Radikal (LP版) - Philly's Most Wanted

Yo everybody get down

Yo you can't be mad at us man

We just doin what you doin; you know doin us

Niggaz wanna hate and all that sh*t man

Everybody get down

There's a lot of money out here;

Get your hands on it

Uhh uhh

Most Wanted you got to lay down come on

I'm that ni**a who you wanna be

Not y'all record deal hot cars

Only f**k pop stars whoo

Radikal b**ches tongue pierced and the p**sy

If I fall for the b**ch let me fall don't push me

Hatin' a** ni**a don't have a slick side

Caught his eye lookin' my chain

Cause he don't dickride

Niggaz ain't cool with Bonic niggaz fear me

And talk through the song

So they b**ch don't hear me

Whattt Let me find out niggaz jealous

Hot yo the best controllers what can you tell us

We H O T B O Y S

Taught you the sh*t you know so why test us

Don't follow me that sh*t'll break your neck

This week alone ni**a I done ate your check

Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain

When you niggaz boo

It's cool cause you sayin' my name

Is it the way I live

And I got what you tryin' a get

Or do I look so good

That you don't know what to do

Is it the way I live

And I got what you tryin' a get

Or do I look so good

That you don't know what to do

The cops don't wanna see

My CL6 they wanna frisk me

And young with this dough

I get they wanna twist me

You love Mr "hi" oh now you wanna kiss me

Either dead or me doing a bit you gone miss me

No can say or its too much love cause I'm richer

When I used to push them things I flip quicker

Niggaz wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr

Are cuttin big brothers and f**k they little sister

I hear Most Wanted this and Most Wanted that

Mr dead broke and what else Mr can't rap

Follow Mr home with this gun on my lap

And all that frontin' for your boys

Will get you one in your back

Ain't my fault that my dough

Comes fast and yours slower

Exhale like Whitney Houston and look lower

And I'm next to the boat and the coc*ine rowers

Sea Red

When I split your head just like Noah ni**a

Is it the way I live

And I got what you tryin' a get

Or do I look so good

That you don't know what to do

Is it the way I live

And I got what you tryin' a get

Or do I look so good

That you don't know what to do

Yo Lee Mr a ni**a couldn't hear me a price

I'll catch a bullet for him

Like my chain of the rice

Spit every last round I done gone for

And k**l you the listener if you come for

Die for the ni**a that's my dog forever

Ho's be like damn why y'all always together

Two things that I never had us be rich

And that's you and another a** b**ch

Boobonic don't feed man I'll talk sh*t for you

Tell you take cover I swear get hit for you

Get stitched up come back and spit for you

Bring hot heels that make the sh*t boil

Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil

Won't die for you they got it f**ked up

Like chicks that need a perm

Their clit get touched up

Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up what

Haters hate on

Cause I'm a do what the f**k is asked

Haters hate on

Cause I'm a do what the f**k is asked

Haters hate on

Cause I'm a do what the f**k is asked

Haters hate on

Cause I'm a do what the f**k is asked

I love b**ches money and traveling

And you niggaz ain't experienced that you know

Get down and lay down

You niggaz ain't experienced that man

Y'all don't know what the f**k money is man

Money is when your bank account

Is the banks amount motherf**ker

You niggaz got stashes I stash money

Overseas ni**a you don't want none

I'm a gangster man

I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit

And niggaz wanna reach I lean and sharp s***t