Текст песни Philly`s Most Wanted - Y`all Can`t Never Hurt Us
Philly`s Most Wanted - Y`all Can`t Never Hurt Us слова песни
Verse 1: Mr. Mr. & (Boobonic) 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 bullshit me, scoop and come get me(Shit, 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 niggas, 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 minesNiggas wanna act fly, we forced to hit `em up(and we just sold y`all a brick in code, so nigga what).Chorus (Both)Bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y`all can`t never hurtus)you`ll fuck my bitch, shoot at my whole click, look (y`all can`t neverhurt us)`cause we`ll shake the Feds, take ya bitch, money long, we got locked weappeal the shitbullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y`all can`t never hurtus)Verse 2: (Mr. Mr.)I pass through more bills than congress in D.C.stacks so thick you think you see `em in 3-Dif I`m outta town I phone home like E.T.drive a CE, try CL fevermove plenty coke, got more spots than Cheetahsgot heaters, ain`t scared to pop neithershoot you, them three, and him toothats my procedure, fuck you gon` do?hustle for all C`s, you don`t even dig chick, car, chips, cold ass crib best man at that, I`m the rap Taye DiggsMost Wanted keep it lethal like Murtaugh and Briggsa nice banana clip, I`ll split your wigI`m a gangsta, you scared to death ain`t ya?carry more weight on boats than ten anchorsSouthwest playboy like Hugh HefnerI lied, and my bitch be out in one gesturecut coke open, give it a tongue testerface get numb it`s good shit I`ll bet yajump out the Coupe, walk by and wet ya. ChorusVerse 3: (Boobonic)Nosey ass niggas don`t believe shit stink`till I cock the glock and put two through his minkyou loose with your lip? well, keep your vest tight357 Mag in a Jag S-Typedon`t talk me to death, you mothafuckas is just gettin` bywhile I`m rich bitch, just gettin` highyou ain`t on my level, you still admire skankswhile I`m at Vic`s Secret photo shoots with Tyra Banksand I`m not lyin`, my advice is stop tryin`I bust big shit that`ll never stop firin`catch me at the bar whether it`s the clam, shark, or skyI hate when rat niggas start to lie dog, you don`t got bricksI never seen you in the drop nor with a bitchyou got your champaigne glass straight up, could tell you ain`t neverpoured Cris` or bust a nigga with the Four-Fifth stop your bullshit. Chorus 4x