[Intro]
On a plate, on a plate, you niggas on a plate
Y'all look like meat to me, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, you on a plate
Grab ya fork and spoon, homie through you on a plate
[Chorus]
On a plate, on a plate
Better watch the things you do, make one wrong move, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, don't end up on a plate
'Fore you knew it, you was food, now look at you, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, on a plate, uh
Stick a fork in you, nigga you through, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, uh, put you on that plate
Better watch the way you move or you'll be food, you on that plate
[Verse 1]
Mikey fucked wit' Tommy, him and Tommy grow up boys
They been tight since elementary, even played wit' each other toys
Both they moms was single parents, neither one of 'em had a father
Growin' up in that ghetto, shit get tough, them times get hard
Playin' in they yard, they favorite game was Cops and Robbers
Fast forward, now they robbers, soon as they spotted, they goin' trodding
They pull him over for some jewels, they split 'em up, went on they way
Mike said he gon' lay low but Tommy paid, can't wait to play
Mike and Vince did blow, Tommy doin' bad, he ran through all of his cash
But Mikey up like "Fuck", he look out for him cause that's his bruh
But Tommy sour, he in power, Mikey love him, that's his dude
But Tommy grimy, Mike so blind, he don't know he food, shh
On a plate, on a plate, you niggas on a plate
Y'all look like meat to me, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, you on a plate
Grab ya fork and spoon, homie through you on a plate
[Chorus]
On a plate, on a plate
Better watch the things you do, make one wrong move, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, don't end up on a plate
'Fore you knew it, you was food, now look at you, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, on a plate, uh
Stick a fork in you, nigga you through, you on a plate
On a plate, on a plate, uh, put you on that plate
Better watch the way you move or you'll be food, you on that plate
[Verse 1]
Mikey fucked wit' Tommy, him and Tommy grow up boys
They been tight since elementary, even played wit' each other toys
Both they moms was single parents, neither one of 'em had a father
Growin' up in that ghetto, shit get tough, them times get hard
Playin' in they yard, they favorite game was Cops and Robbers
Fast forward, now they robbers, soon as they spotted, they goin' trodding
They pull him over for some jewels, they split 'em up, went on they way
Mike said he gon' lay low but Tommy paid, can't wait to play
Mike and Vince did blow, Tommy doin' bad, he ran through all of his cash
But Mikey up like "Fuck", he look out for him cause that's his bruh
But Tommy sour, he in power, Mikey love him, that's his dude
But Tommy grimy, Mike so blind, he don't know he food, shh
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