Philadelphia I dedicate to you this song (Olympick) Fuck it I'm coming Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm
Somebody got to die Either this guy or this guy Either way somebody mama throwing a fish fry Bigger the beef, bigger the clip size Home Depot trips, duct tapes, zip ties Was gonna leave it dead, let shit slide But niggas pushing my fuck-it button I gotta fuck up something I'm thinking churches and hearses ER trips, IV drips, and nurses, uh Homicides for purchase but I think I might work this Cash that check myself though Vest with the velcro Clip from the wrist to the elbow Draco small but the drum can't fit in the belt though Trench coat still can't tell though It is what it is but we ain't gon' dwell though If shit hit the fan cause, just don't tell though
I respect what he's done. New overthrows the old, it's natural
Ambulance screaming up the block Shots so loud can barely hear 'em screaming "stop" Vaguely hear somebody screaming "cops" Spray the family while they grieving at his plot On target till I off it You want me off your head? Where that bread, nigga cough it Issue me a ticket or I'll park it Or I get you fitted for that coffin
Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in
Back on course with no remorse Like the fat guy from Bed-Stuy kick in doors Everybody getting on the floor Everybody in this bitch get it but the whore Bitch where that bag at? Yeah, yeah I love them too but where that tab at Somebody cashing out or I'm blasting out Talking bout what? Ain't shit to ration out You drew that line so I'm a cross it Now lay in-between them lines when they chalk it Catch you at the Clearport, extra cartridge Ain't no jets departing only death departing Teterboro with the barrel exercise the plan Understand you ain't never too fly to land How you goin' through your face and your feet? Hogtied, broom in your ass, you in too deep Fucking with the crypt keeper, grim reaper You just a tweeter, I'm the knock in the Devil's speaker Stop, this bigger than Omeeka I wanted you and ITY, Latifah Switch this horror flick, double feature Gee, what niggas do for money, my brother's keeper A sucker way out is to steal him Face said look him in his eyes 'fore you kill him Nigga you weak for real You did that for Meek? You shoulda did it for Mills Bitch you should of did it for real Got niggas checking under cars 'fore they get in their wheels Before I check you up to God, better get in your will You niggas better pick a side 'fore I get in the field Ain't gon' have no pics when I'm blicking the steel Everybody getting fired when I'm clicking the drill Uh-huh, Poppa gave out warnings, not me Just another body for mama to ID You could play a game but not me All shells, no stripes, Y3 Heart cross your windpipe, cannot breathe One cannot fight what one cannot see Yeah and I be there when the smoke clear Drown in your own blood, nigga soak there I pluck you then rock him, I ain't no joke yeah Check out my felonies, check-check out my felonies Sell your soul you say your ass what you telling me Fuckin' faggots, pussies Been doing this, fuckin' rookies Crush your whole empire, Cookies Why the fuck would you push me? And no more Ruckus, I'm reckless What you expected? I'm coming
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