Lyrics:
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
a Philly
The dance floor silly
The ladies gon' feel me
The fellas in' the back
And they twistin' up a Philly
My shades too silly 'cause they made by
came from Philly
Think I might've came in Filly
Give me a chance to prove it and I'll slice off your fucking willy
Whoah
No respect for the fossa that
old Gypsy songs:
I can tell your fortuneand I can take your fortunehoopah! Hoopah!
Willy Nickerson is immediately entranced by this hot-blooded
Stockin' cork for the that continue
To keep on sippin'
It's the prince of the Roc jazzy
Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the switch from Will
Smith i need
willy on
Say what? girl what you really on
Let me know if you fucking
With the Philly don
Flexing hard, ain't the one to act silly
Huh?
Mami ride me like
Yeah yeah
Man hop in the Willy, I got some homies in Philly
They diggin holes in the city, he gettin' busy
He really one of the really good homies
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
Joseph! Don't fuck the baby!
Joseph Smith, don't fuck the baby!
Suddenly the clouds parted
And Joseph Smith was visited by God!
Joseph Smith, do not
(J.R. Smith)
The way she be drunk off the henny, huh, huh? (Uh, huh, huh?)
Philly, hold on, pause, I'ma just ball like I'm Paul (Paul)
She suckin' dick
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
from Philly
Turnt and feelin' trilly
Jeremy, really, really
Skinny lookin' frilly
Family ties, chantilly
Now he singin' shrilly
With the gang, we don't
in their Phillys
Come on really, I turn silly on billys
To big willys like Tommy Willis
Understand the last man standin' like Bruce Willis
Hey DJ
Willy
She take my cash and make it back like a milli'
A million times
Got 4,5,6, j's rolled to the nine's
And I cruise by my signs
Never pay them
And we them monsters, don't be falling asleep
Splash of that Philly shit
Putting hard work to buy myself from these other lames
Only thing certain is
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
in my livin' room, I guess I'ma willy
I don't get high, so I don't split the phillies
Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: "Oh really?"
Hit my
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