Street Tax Philly's Most Wanted (Ft. Clipse)
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[Intro: (Pharrell) & Boo-Bonic]
(Yo, from VA to PA) Just gimme the cue
(You gon' respect us, b)
Uh, yeah, this is it
(You know what I'm sayin')
Uh-huh (uh-uh-uh), this is it
(You gon' respect us, b)
Most Wanted, nigga
(You know)
PA to VA (We got love all around the fuckin' world)
(Fuckin' respect us, b, that's all I'm saying)
Yeah (Dickriding niggas, tell 'em what to do, Mister)
('Cause if you don't)
(I'ma find something hot) This is it, uh, yeah
(Something ran up in yo ass, nigga) Yo, ayo
(Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
First of all I'm a T-H-U-G
Boo-Bonic nigga, who the fuck you be?
If you don't really want this block, then move over
So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah
Caught a case down in Greene, down in V.A. court
The game change every year like EA Sport
You see how now they rock platinum, mad you got gold?
My corner like the Beatles nigga, get your rock and roll
Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars
Mad cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cooked four and a half and got a quarter back
You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
And did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil
(Yo, from VA to PA) Just gimme the cue
(You gon' respect us, b)
Uh, yeah, this is it
(You know what I'm sayin')
Uh-huh (uh-uh-uh), this is it
(You gon' respect us, b)
Most Wanted, nigga
(You know)
PA to VA (We got love all around the fuckin' world)
(Fuckin' respect us, b, that's all I'm saying)
Yeah (Dickriding niggas, tell 'em what to do, Mister)
('Cause if you don't)
(I'ma find something hot) This is it, uh, yeah
(Something ran up in yo ass, nigga) Yo, ayo
(Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
First of all I'm a T-H-U-G
Boo-Bonic nigga, who the fuck you be?
If you don't really want this block, then move over
So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah
Caught a case down in Greene, down in V.A. court
The game change every year like EA Sport
You see how now they rock platinum, mad you got gold?
My corner like the Beatles nigga, get your rock and roll
Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars
Mad cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cooked four and a half and got a quarter back
You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
And did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil
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