Radikal 2001 Philly's Most Wanted

เพลงRadikal

ศิลปิน: Philly's Most Wanted

อัลบัม: Get Down Or Lay Down (U.S. Explicit)

ออกเมื่อ: 07-08-2001

Radikal (LP Version) - 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 shit 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 nigga who you wanna be

Not y'all record deal, hot cars,

only fuck pop stars whoo

Radikal bitches, tongue pierced and the pussy

If I fall for the bitch let me fall don't push me

Hatin' ass nigga 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 bitch 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 shit you know, so why test us

Don't follow me that shit'll break your neck

This week alone nigga 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 fuck 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 cocaine rowers

Sea Red

when I split your head just like Noah, nigga!

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 nigga 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 kill you the listener if you come for

Die for the nigga 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 ass bitch

 

Boobonic don't feed man I'll talk shit 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 shit boil

Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil

Won't die for you they got it fucked 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 fuck is asked

 

Haters, hate on

 

Cause I'm a do what the fuck is asked

 

Haters, hate on

 

Cause I'm a do what the fuck is asked

 

Haters, hate on

 

Cause I'm a do what the fuck is asked

 

I love bitches 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 fuck money is man

 

Money is when your bank account

is the banks amount motherfucker

 

You niggaz got stashes, I stash money

 

Overseas nigga, 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 shoot

 

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