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Street Tax ft. Clipse

Philly's Most Wanted
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Yo, from VA to PA, you gon' respect us, B You know what I'm saying? You gon' respect us, B You got a lot of fuckin' men up here, nigga Fuckin' respect us, B, that's all I'm saying 'Cause if you don't, then you gonna find something hot Something brand up in your ass, nigga Bitch Yo, ayo, uh First of all, I'm a T-H-U-G Bubonic, nigga, who the fuck you be? If you don't really want this block, then move over So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah Caught a case down in Green, down in VA court The game change every year like EA Sport' You see how now they rock platinum, mad you got gold My corner like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock and roll Niggas mad 'cause the feds stay on me, 'cause they ain't called Mad 'cause I oversee the projects like A&R Try not to do hits myself, I order that While you cook four and a half and got a quarter back You played the tough guy role good, I oughta clap And doin' a lot of rappin' too, I shoulda bought a track I had detectives combin' your rug, checkin' for soil Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil, nigga I graduated from eight balls to blow that's cake size Mad dough, gram for gram, then let's make these stakes rise Maharaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives While my fam rocks links and medallions that's plate-sized You up against the Clipse, believe there's no chance What you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands? See, I sweet talk the devil, take him on a slow dance While your hardcore posse's is extras and road hands Picture 50 deep, us rollin' in convoys We fuckin' with grown men and y'all is young boys Love double action, black anything with loud noise As we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys If you ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through If you ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through Yo, I never hold back, I cock back and twist ya I never been shy, motherfucker, it's Mister I scream, "Who coke? Who whip is that?" I want the main coke source, not just the crack I want the one who cook it up and make you push the pack You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust back And I never been the one to talk or chill shit out I shoot 'til it jam and my clip don't spit out You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house, you better get out Mister take stacks and coke and sort shit out Whoever don't like it, wanna come, then come And you smart-mouth niggas get popped with dum-dums Who the fuck wanna see us? Chrome double-barrel heaters Motherfuckers better bow when they greet us Red, green, and black strap on Gucci wife beaters With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz Knee-deep in crime, rhyme, and blow, my shoulders What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers With grandmothers and aunts as primary holders? What's up, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover 'Cause we poppin' cross hand and christen your little brother Eagle Eye block strutters can pose to baby mothers How they chuckle at four-key talk? We seen double If you ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through If you ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through If you ain't got bitches, I don't represent you If you ain't got riches, I don't represent you If y'all niggas snitches, I don't represent you Fuck your case and that bullshit you went through Niggas start snitchin' only got a year of probation Bitch-ass niggas Clipse, Most Wanted, nigga Playa H, most gunning nigga Let me tell you dick riders somethin' Dick riders, put your seatbelts on Buckle up for safety 'Cause it's gon' be a long ride, nigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh