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Philly's Most Wanted - Radikal lyrics
[*both talkin*] Yo, every body get down Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah) Ya know?, doin us Niggas wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down) Theres a lot of money out here, getcha hands on it Uh uh, Most Wanted [Boobonic] Yo, I'm that nigga who you wanna be (who) Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars Radikal bitches Tounge pass the pussy If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont push me Hatin ass nigga dont hafta slick sides Cuz outta look at my chain cause he dont dick ride Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas fear me And talk to the song so they bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat) Let me find out niggas jealous Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you jealous H - O - T - B - O - Y S's Taught you the shit you know so why test us Dont bother me that shit'a break ya neck This week alone nigga I already ate ya check Let my check book determine if I'm playin in vein When you niggas Boo it's cool Cause your sayin my name [Chorus] Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo (money, money, money, money, money) Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo (money, money, money, money, money) [Mr.] The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6, 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 But dead or me doin a bid you gunna miss me This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm richer When I used to push them things, I flip quicker, Niggas wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they little sisters I hear Most Wanted this (and) Most Wanted that (uh huh) Plus Mr. dead broke (what else) Mr. cant rap Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap And all that frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back Aint my fault my dough come fast and yours slower You ass out like winnin a used to go lower And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine grower See red when I split ya head like Noah nigga (Chorus) [Boobonic] Leave Mr.!? A nigga couldn't hand me a price I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the rice Spit every last round at a gunfall A kill you the listener if you come for em Die for the nigga thats my dog forever Hoes be like damn why y'all always together Two things thata never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch [Mr.] Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk shit for you Tell you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you Get stitched up, come back and spit for you Bring hot heads that make the shit for you 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 they click and touched up Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up what Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat (everybody get down) Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat (everybody get down) Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody move closer I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat You niggas dont want no beef man I'm routing for that shit for real Fuck you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin And you niggas didnt experince that.. you know you niggas didnt experience that man Y'all dont know what money is man money is when your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas nigga You dont want none I'm a gangsta Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a suit And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot |
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