Radikal ft. Kelis & Pharrell
Philly's Most Wanted
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Yo everybody get down
Yo you can't be mad at us man
We're just doin' what we're doin' you know
Doin' none
Niggas wanna hate on us
It's a lot of money out here
Get your hands on it
Most wanted
Yo I'm that nigga who you wanna be not y'all
Record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars
Radical bitches, tongue pierced, they ain't no pussy
I fall for the bitch, let me fall, don't push me
Hatin' ass nigga don't have a slick side
Cutter's out here lookin' at my chain cuz he don't dickride
Niggas ain't cool with Bonic, niggas fear me
Talk through the song so they bitch don't hear me (What?)
Let me find out niggas jealous
Hot, you're the best and told us we can you jealous
We H-O-T B-O-Y-S's
Taught you the shit you know so why test us
Don't follow me that shit will break your neck
This week alone nigga I done ate your check
Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain
When you niggas do it's cool because you're sayin' my name
Is it the way I live that I got what you tryin' to get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do
Is it the way I live that I got what you tryin' to get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do
The cops don't wanna see my CL6, they wanna frisk me
And young with this dough I get, they wanna twist me
You love Mr. Hot, oh now you wanna kiss me
But dead on me doin' a bid, you gonna miss me
Look, it's hate or it's too much love cuz I'm richer
When I used to push them things I flipped quicker
Niggas wanna twist cuz Boot, Bonic and Mr
Cut at big brothers and fuck their little sisters
I hear Most Wanted this and Most Wanted that
Plus Mr. Dead-Bro (And what else?) Mr. Can't Rap
Follow Mr. Home with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin' for your folks will get you one in your back
Ain't my fault that my dough come fast and yours slower
Your shit exhale like Whitney Houston, a good blower
And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I split your head just like Noah nigga
Is it the way I live that I got what you tryin' to get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do
Is it the way I live that I got what you tryin' to get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do
Leave Mr., a nigga couldn't hand me a price
I catch a bullet for him like Montana to Rice
Spit every last round out a gun for him
And kill you the listener if you come for him
Die for the nigga that's my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why y'all always together
Two things that'll never have us be rich
And that's you and a nut ass bitch
Yo, Boot, Bionic don't feed man I talk shit for you
Tell you take cover, I swear get hit for you
Get stitched up, come back and spit for you
Bring hot heads that make the shit boil
Ride for you homie 'til our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for you, they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a perm, they clique get touched up
Kill off on the bike and pop the clutch up
Haters, hate on
Cuz I'ma do the motherfuckin' best
Haters, hate on
Cuz I'ma do the motherfuckin' best
Haters, hate on
Cuz I'ma do the motherfuckin' best
Haters, hate on
Cuz I'ma do the motherfuckin' best