Lyrics:
The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth
The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
from the dubs
There's no place
Just like home
Out in Philly
Just like Willy
That's where
I wrote this song
Did not get hit with
The chrome
These dudes
the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really
Papa Willie G'Pettoe he going illy
A farther like Smith from Philly
Waaaan now what's the dealy
Fuck with me it could get deadly
Get my bitch a mani pedi
more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, 'cause the dread'll
pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said
muthfuckas leave the block
I dont see none of you little niggas I see the top
Bitch you a fool thinking Ima fuckin be on top
And he will never stop no Ima keep
ziThickie
Uchariona next vhiki, whoa
We be running back & forth
Like Tennis, call me Dennis
I'm a menace, from beginning
To the finish
We gon' step onto
ODawg
ODawg
O
Dawg
Whatchusay
I ain't a civilian
I fly out my city
And I got a village
The Dawg got it litty
From Boston to Philly
My vision like
Philly, keep runnin' yo mouth like that, somebody gonna get you wet, Willy (Ha, ha, ha!)
Loading up the TEC as I undress the message
You tried to address
Smith I'm just a icon living
We can let be bygones forgiven
If we ever had a petty ass difference
I'm cooking up fire feel the heat from the kitchen
rude, fresh to death like Beetlejuice
Stack it up, I want my check
Will Smith, yeah, you know I'm fresh
It's a stake for cheese like Philly
Moncler
Why these niggas wanna hate on me
Like I ain't really from the streets
I was thuggish by my lonely, ten toes, two feet
South Central Los Angeles, my
you
The looks stab you considering the moral response
I'm from Philly but our lover was born in the Bronx
Killadelph, Shambala, it's the ball plan,
that your really coming from
Now I'm going down the road to see Bessie
Oh... To see her soon
I'm just going down the road to see Bessie Smith
When
awards, prizes and medals. They send Willy Nickerson a formal invitation from the festival in Hambrook, where he will receive the Golden Banana the highest
the stu in philly
How could I reveal this pain
And let out all my feelings
If I go against the grain
Will they try emmett till me
Chasing after dreams
Will
it on the Back end
Microphone check
I'm next from the set
The name MeatSpady incase you forget
And I doubt that you will
Cause my shyt is ill
My Smith
y'all preparing for the rapture, rappers,
Cause all of y'all have a ...after, pe juice got like black thorn
Will smith stay proud, rappers actors
If
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
Willy with a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride
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