Lyrics:
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
it by your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith
I'm feeling richer today, I can hit it then
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
the ice on me
Pop the Collar
They come to me
Got a pimp degree
All we want is gold
So this is gold
Happens when you do it on your own
Now we give back
Made
a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I
Prop Boys back in town
Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down
I ask is it me, or is it really them
Yea I'm young
But y'all ain't never gonna big Willy
to the top aye
Yerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppp
Know where I got this check this out
Yeah
We just want to say thank y'all to everybody man
It's
it
Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you
All I gotta do is say yep and he gon' pop you
Even back when I was fucked up I was plottin'
Be out in Cali
I told you pe is still in full effect
Beyond the year two thousand
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your head fat boy
look at us
And if you is I bet you lookin up
How I come with Young Money in the clutch
Like Mike make me take your lunch money
Or brunch and your punch
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
and go get it
I should be sponsored by Nike
All the checks that I be getting
Go ghost like Danny Phantom
Pull my pants up top is all I'm getting
I can
Now I'm feeling so cool
Maybe I should show you
I remember Pop Tarts
Riding around in shop carts
Now I want a drop top
My girl wears a crop top
I was in
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
the bands like a rock star, rock on
Told her I can't be the one that you want
I said I can't be the one that you thought
Even if I was a pop star, popped off
nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz
[know why you in that top 5.
[Styles:] This is my livin nigga
[Havoc:] Why you that nigga.
[Styles:] It
But I'm watching all like bat hung off a cliff
I'm at the bus støp in a one-puff taxi
Gotta shotty if you wanna pop the back seat
In the velly bass
Taz countin' all this fuckin' money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I'm on some real life,
Too much thinking, on top of that
I'm getting high and drinking
I'm floating on cloud 9
Watching these niggas sinking
No blinking, you blink too much
the doors right down
Now the locks is off
We took the game by storm
And to top it off
We paid the cost just to pop
Now we popping off
Tone Chop I
swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
'm toothless
They're calling me a nuisance
Others say I'm ruthless or stupid with the music, but I don't want your two cents
You're hating while your blue sick
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