Текст песни Philly`s Most Wanted - What Makes Me
Philly`s Most Wanted - What Makes Me слова песни
See.. most wanted.. its the epitome of this rap shit fuck yeaGet it.. m-r-dot.. m-a-n (we bring it to anybody that want it)B-double-o-n-i-c(Cause we real.. check the stats).. mista man.. boo-bonic(Chorus)What makes you a thug niggaThe sounds of guns bustin adrenaline pumpinand don`t give a fuck about nothinWhat makes you a killaThe feelin that I get when I touch somethinor how I give it to anybody that want somethinWhat makes you a smart niggaHow I got rid of the hammer..and got a one way ticket down to AtlantaWhat makes you a rich niggaThe fact that I`m not a bitch nigga..I do it solo ain`t worried bout a snitch nigga(Boo)I`m the one who can stand the hit and fry somethinFuck rap you wanna see if I`m real? try somethinA g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r we are known to leave a nigga in the E.R.B-double-o-n..-i-c nigga.. actionious style leave you in a creek niggaTeenager.. you ain`t ever seen strangerIced up cell phone triple A pagerNy blood boil.. easily hate cause agility freezin me hoes never teasin meThink I`m here to amuse you? I crack you the fuck up?I`ll put out my steel and ill smack you the fuck upThug baby.. I gotta head for the streetsYou gotta head for business well that`s dead when we meetCause one shot ill have all your business in the streetsComin out slow like a fuckin looselyClose your eyes gotta surprise I dare you to peepI put the tec in your mouth now I dare you to speakNiggas under pressure look they back sweatinTry me? That`s a gamble that lack bettin(Chorus)(Mr.)Mister Man keep a clip wit 50 in itHave ya clique like.. "That`s between y`all we ain`t in it"Wish my squad would say that we don`t even play datLike you talk fly and all we jus lay backTalkin about what you do to me nigga now why you say datMy clique jet out rounds for y`all they don`t play datAll about loadin and cock and start spittinHere`s somethin scream fuck y`all niggas and start dippinHit the bar to relieve my stress and start sippinAnd get outta town before the cops start trippinWe don`t play.. we don`t careI`ll kill you.. right hand to god I swearSee myself on the run before I see any jailCan`t see myself callin home for bail(I promise you the pain is almost over one more verse motherfuckers)(Chorus)(Mr.)It only take one thing for mister man to come spark yaIf my doe light I got to make shit darkerRunnin.. leave you wit a wheel chair or a walkerPersuade me to chill? you must be a fly talkerYou heard this before.. I`m in your crib waitinTwo things for you.. glock no patienceSeese what beef? that shit means nathanThugs don`t talk we just ride till we dieDrink till we drunk.. smoke till we highPop till it clack.. push wigs backPut the gun in your mouth and say point where it`s atThe ice wrist shit nigga come on about dat(Aiyyo I love my kids mister!).. I don`t doubt thatI gotta eat too nigga how about datFor that ransome doe.. kids get kidnappedYour wife act crazy wife get smackedYour clique don`t like it your clique get clappedor I cock back just to throw flamesIn case you got a urge to snitch and drop namesLeave you open minded nigga wit no brainsShame.. your man was slippin I shot `emCallin.. tellin my dog I got `emHit `em up top and work my way down bottomWant it wit Mister Man? See nigga that`s a problem(Chorus) - repeat `til fade