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philly's most wanted - y'all can't never hurt us كلمات الأغنية

verse 1: mr. mr. & (b00bonic)

yo, i’m two short of a brick, you two wit’ me?
(i got two o’s and i’m bringin’ two hoes wit’ me)
look, don’t bullsh-t me, scoop and come get me
(sh-t, i’ll be there in ten unless the feds come hit me)
(i move like lightening, thats what i was told)
we can’t trust these n-ggas, keep it comin’ in codes
(we had a deal on the table since ten years old)
was on readyrock records, lp went gold
(we had 36 groups, but they cooked up nine)
managed 28 groups, what they cooked was mines
n-ggas wanna act fly, we forced to hit ’em up
(and we just sold y’all a brick in code, so n-gga what)

chorus (both)

bullets from the chrome, feds tap my phone, look (y’all can’t never hurt
us)
you’ll f-ck my b-tch, shoot at my whole cl!ck, look (y’all can’t never
hurt us)
cause we’ll shake the feds, take ya b-tch, money long, we got locked we
appeal the sh-t
bullets from the chrome, feds tap my phone, look (y’all can’t never hurt
us)

verse 2: (mr. mr.)

i p-ss through more bills than congress in d.c
stacks so thick you think you see ’em in 3-d
if i’m outta town i phone home like e.t
drive a ce, try cl fever
move plenty c0ke, got more spots than cheetahs
got heaters, ain’t scared to pop neither
shoot you, them three, and him too
thats my procedure, f-ck you gon’ do?
hustle for all c’s, you don’t even dig
chick, car, chips, cold -ss crib
best man at that, i’m the rap taye diggs
most wanted keep it lethal like murtaugh and briggs
a nice banana clip, i’ll split your wig
i’m a gangsta, you scared to death ain’t ya?
carry more weight on boats than ten anchors
southwest playboy like hugh hefner
i lied, and my b-tch be out in one gesture
cut c0ke open, give it a tongue tester
face get numb it’s good sh-t i’ll bet ya
jump out the coupe, walk by and wet ya

chorus

verse 3: (b00bonic)

nosey -ss n-ggas don’t believe sh-t stink
’till i c-ck the glock and put two through his mink
you loose with your lip? well, keep your vest tight
357 mag in a jag s-type
don’t talk me to death, you mothaf-ckas is just gettin’ by
while i’m rich b-tch, just gettin’ high
you ain’t on my level, you still admire sk-nks
while i’m at vic’s secret photo shoots with tyra banks
and i’m not lyin’, my advice is stop tryin’
i bust big sh-t that’ll never stop firin’
catch me at the bar whether it’s the clam, shark, or sky
i hate when rat n-ggas start to lie
dog, you don’t got bricks
i never seen you in the drop nor with a b-tch
you got your champaigne gl-ss straight up, could tell you ain’t never
poured cris’
or bust a n-gga with the four-fifth
stop your bullsh-t

chorus 4x

- phillys most wanted

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