Radikal Lyrics - Get Down Or Lay Down - Philly's Most Wanted

Yo, everybody get down, yo, you can't be mad at us, man 

We just doin' what you doin' you know, doin' us 

Niggaz wanna hate and all that shit man, everybody get down 

There's a lot of money out here, get your hands on it 

Uhh, uhh, Most Wanted, you got to lay down, come on 

I'm that nigga who you wanna be 

Not y'all record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars 

Radikal bitches, tongue pierced and the pussy 

If I fall for the bitch let me fall don't push me 

Hatin' ass nigga don't have a slick side 

Caught his eye lookin' my chain 'cause he don't dickride 

Niggaz ain't cool with Bonic niggaz fear me 

And talk through the song so they bitch don't hear me 

What, let me find out niggaz jealous 

Hot yo, the best controllers what can you tell us 

We H O T B O Y S 

Taught you the shit you know, so why test us 

Don't follow me that shit'll break your neck 

This week alone nigga I done ate your check 

Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain 

When you niggaz boo it's cool 'cause you sayin' my name 

Come on 

Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get 

Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do 

Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a 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. Hi, oh now you wanna kiss me 

Either dead or me doing a bit, you gone miss me 

No can say or it's too much love 'cause I'm richer 

When I used to push them things I flip quicker 

Niggaz wanna twist 'cause Boobonic and Mr 

Are cuttin' big brothers and fuck they little sister 

I hear Most Wanted this and Most Wanted that 

Mr. dead broke and what else Mr. can't rap 

Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap 

And all that frontin' for your boys 

Will get you one in your back 

Ain't my fault that my dough comes fast and your's slower 

Exhale like Whitney Houston and look lower 

And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine rowers 

Sea Red when I split your head just like Noah, nigga 

Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get 

Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do 

Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get 

Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do 

Yo, Lee Mr. a nigga couldn't hear me a price 

I'll catch a bullet for him like my chain of the rice 

Spit every last round I done gone for 

And kill you the listener if you come for 

Die for the nigga that's my dog forever 

Ho's be like damn why y'all always together 

Two things that I never had us be rich 

And that's you and another ass bitch 

Boobonic don't feed man I'll 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 heels that make the shit boil 

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 their clit get touched up 

Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up, what 

Haters, hate on 

'Cause I'm a do what the fuck is asked 

Haters, hate on 

'Cause I'm a do what the fuck is asked 

You know, niggaz don't want none man 

Anybody move closer, I'm telling you one thing 

I'm ghetto, no holster 

You niggaz don't want no beef, man, I'm ruby for that shit 

For real, fuck you niggaz man 

I love bitches money and traveling 

And you niggaz ain't experienced that, you know 

You niggaz ain't experienced that, man 

Y'all don't know what the fuck money is man 

Money is when your bank account 

Is the banks amount motherfucker 

You niggaz got stashes, I stash money 

Overseas nigga, you don't want none 

I'm a gangster, man 

I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit 

And niggaz wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot