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Pacewon - You lyrics
Watch it Move back away from him Is he dead? [Sigh] He passed out on the sofa Whoa! [Pacewon] Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Light a blunt, get pumped P-A-C-E Live entertainment, replace TV Made for the kids, the DJs and fiends Makin' y'all jam like freeways and streets (Screech!) I keep it moving like soul to soul Record label, my whole team going gold Dumbin' out You run your mouth rapid 'Till I see your face and I slap it Yo! I'm a wizard at this Weave a spell, it's like magic Turn that bully boy into a faggot Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots Turn his blue steel into plastic Yo! I turn boogie in the goodie, sit back and roll a fat one Turn a vinyl record into platinum Turn a real calm motherfucker to a thug that want action I'm here to heal the sick, I'm like aspirin Yo! I walk on water like the saviour (Pacewon!) I declared war on the mayor You know me, low key Sittin' on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey Chipped up celly Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?) Yo! I don't just live by reputation I'm thuggin', with a weapon waitin' To slug you Love to Treat me like Gotti when I come through Run crews, aunts and uncles I love I touch (You! You! You!) Let me set it off for (You! You! You!) Always keep it raw for (You! You! You!) Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!) Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!) Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!) Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!) Who got as much money (You! You! You!) Yo! What you want? Yo! I always think busy Keep the money crispy Smoke out back to back phillys Let's go half I got fifty You fuckin' with a grisly Hippie, make you feel jiggy Make your girl wanna fuck, wanna cuddle up and kiss me Licky, licky, tricky, dizzy, silly I don't need game, I just keep it on the real-ly Bust shots like they 9 mill-y 'Tis for my people in The Bricks For my people out in Philly Connecticut, New York city Bad Boy, see the no smokin' signs Still light a blitty Dance around like P. Diddy Greedy motherfucker, don't care Grab your kitty by the titty She love it Like Kim do Biggie (Huh!) Dig me, the world move quickly Killin' off the weak and the sickly Believe it or not it's like rippies Some niggas rap, some niggas flip keys Some bitches strip-tease Some work at Wimpy Gotta crush, hot and heavy on an MC And like Fat Joe, jealous ones envy Pacewon, you wanna be like me Carhartt cap on, new pair of Nikes Virgo vibes, might pull a Piscies Too close to Aries, turn out to be sheisty Yo! I'm being watched by a strike team, Wanted by the feds before the age of nineteen Yo! Yo! Be careful standin' by me I'm tricky, might slip a mickey in your ice cream Yo! Yo! Yo! 'Till my day come Best regards all of y'all Pacewon You! You! You! You! You! You! Keep it raw for (You! You! You!) Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!) Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!) Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!) Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!) Who got as much money (You! You! You!) Yo! What you want? |
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