Street Tax Lyrics - Singles - Philly's Most Wanted

Just gimme the cue, this is it 

This is it, most wanted [Incomprehensible] 

PA To VA, this is it, nigga 

This is it, this is it, yo, hey, yo 

First of all I'm a T H U G 

Boobonic, nigga, who the fuck you be? 

If you don't really want this block then move over 

So you don't get big weight an' lose it like Oprah 

Caught a case down in Green, then in VA court 

The game change every year like EA Sport 

You see, now they got platinum, mad you got gold? 

My corner's like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock 'n' roll 

Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars 

Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&Rs 

Try not to do hits myself, I order that 

While you cooked four an' a half an' got a quarter back 

You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap 

An' did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track 

I had to check this comb in 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 

Match though grand for grand an' let's make these stakes rise 

Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives 

While my fam rocks links an' medallions that's plate size 

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 an' road hands 

Get your fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys 

You fuckin' with grown men an' y'all is young boys 

Love double action, pack anything with loud noise 

As we kidnap your partners an' use 'em as decoys 

If y'all 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 ya clique an' that bullshit you been through 

If y'all 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 ya clique an' that bullshit you been through 

I never hold back, I cock back an' twist ya 

I never been shot, mothafucka, it's Mista 

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 an' make you push the pack 

You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust back 

An' I never been the one to talk an' chill shit out 

I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip don't spit out 

You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? You better get out 

Mista take stacks an' coke an' sort shit out 

Whoever don't like it wanna come, then come 

An' you smart mouth niggas get popped with dum dums 

Who the fuck wanna see us? Chrome double barrel heaters 

Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us 

Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci wifebeaters 

With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters 

Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz 

Knee deep in crime rhyme in blow, my shoulders 

What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers 

With Grandmothers an' Aunts as primary holders? 

Whassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover 

'Cause we poppin' cross hand an' christen your little Brother 

Eagle eye block strutters composed of baby mothers 

How they chuckle that forky talk, we seen double 

If y'all 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 ya clique an' that bullshit you been through 

If y'all 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 ya clique an' that bullshit you been through 

If y'all 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 ya case an' that bullshit you been through 

Niggas started snitchin', only got a year an' probation 

Bitch ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted, nigga 

[Incomprehensible] most done it, nigga 

Dick riders, put your seat belts on, buckle up for safety 

It's gone be a long ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga