"Philly's Finest" lyrics
(feat. Journalist, Major Figgas)
Got 'em fucked up now
Mm
Philli
215
Yeah
Yeah
Mm
Nest
Yeah
I'll court you outside just as big of a scrap
Sittin' there like a faggot with your leg in your lap
Shy gun cave in your back, get your whole cranium cracked
I spit crack, animania rap
Pack a little shop, a horror house and pay with the gat
For a fact, there really ain't no explanation for that
It's like a powerful impact
From the shawty
I shot him, separate his head from his body (Uh)
Screamin' 'em, "Brook, don't take me there"
I got bread locked up in the bank somewhere
You up, you in the beam, gettin' shanked somewhere
I'm laid back in the telly (Blowin' dank somewhere)
The weed stay fuzzy like ZZ Top
Seein' Philly, the streets love me 'cause my CD hot
P.O. Box 19143
Southwest motherfucker on their job
Ayo, E, how you let the nigga Fred chokes a dog
An eye for an eye, you choke me or choke them shells
What you expect? A super thug that's Nory, my name Ness
Only stupid, 'cause
They gon' find you oozin' in a pool of blood
No more fast food, can't chew your grub
You gotta eat through it too now
Only niggas in Southwest, nigga, moves is us
Born again, got a red cup in my hand
Rottin' on twenty fools like I'm the rubber-band man, and
My hand fresh to death, I'm lookin' lovely
And givin' bitches room to breathe until I up and leave
So y'all better get gone and
Bitch nigga still truein'
Try to war and them, nothin' slow about me guaranteed
You gotta wake up pretty early to pull one on me
You see, the game got me sceptical, but I ain't lettin'
You these bitches make me lose my cool, hoo
And y'all ain't think I was comin' back, nigga, did ya?
And skills that's cold and crush an instrumental
The child that's golden, mash out in a rental
But an old-school caddy dippin' out on the Lorenzo
Izzo, walk the street with my pencil
But niggas thinkin' they gon' rob me on their bristle
What happened to common sensing streak? (Huh?)
Bigger than layin' on your back for sense of the sneaks
Girl, back in the day with 8-balls, it's worlds they would trip the rental world, nigga, look out for your girl, nigga
Is ya 'bout that or not?
On the run sippin' cranberry and voks, stop
Jay done changed
Matter fact, ho, ho, ha, Jay got snanked
I'm the realest nigga alive and y'all already know this shit
The crib paid for, so is the whip
The SP get hit and so is the kit
The yellow rocks in the watch look like frozen piss
Throw them throwbacks back, that's over with
And them button-up infinites that's over twist
I'm on my SP camouflage, soldier shit
Big guns, no holster shit
Gangsters' poster kid
I got stripes like shell tops (Uh)
Rob niggas at the L-stop
Used to cop water off the shelf rot
Slum quarters spot a mailbox, you a poor quarter loose shelf shot
Yeah, I'm back to the block with it
SK with the stock with it, shootin' at cops with it, uh
I'm on the rooftop with it
Swat suit with the bulletproof top with it
I gotta get the whole shots in it
Uh-huh, and keep clappin' like bullets don't stop in it
Sidearm clappin', that Glock plastic
With two-handing
That Smith & Wesson triple action
As the world turns on its axis
I'm catchin' bodies like I'm signed to the morgue, goin' triple "Platinum"
Y'all niggas suckin' dick backwards, you pussy (Damn, Chad, they want another beat, man)
Fuck 'em
Uh
Mm
Philli
215
Yeah
Yeah
Mm
Nest
Yeah
I'll court you outside just as big of a scrap
Sittin' there like a faggot with your leg in your lap
Shy gun cave in your back, get your whole cranium cracked
I spit crack, animania rap
Pack a little shop, a horror house and pay with the gat
For a fact, there really ain't no explanation for that
It's like a powerful impact
From the shawty
I shot him, separate his head from his body (Uh)
Screamin' 'em, "Brook, don't take me there"
I got bread locked up in the bank somewhere
You up, you in the beam, gettin' shanked somewhere
I'm laid back in the telly (Blowin' dank somewhere)
The weed stay fuzzy like ZZ Top
Seein' Philly, the streets love me 'cause my CD hot
P.O. Box 19143
Southwest motherfucker on their job
Ayo, E, how you let the nigga Fred chokes a dog
An eye for an eye, you choke me or choke them shells
What you expect? A super thug that's Nory, my name Ness
Only stupid, 'cause
They gon' find you oozin' in a pool of blood
No more fast food, can't chew your grub
You gotta eat through it too now
Only niggas in Southwest, nigga, moves is us
Born again, got a red cup in my hand
Rottin' on twenty fools like I'm the rubber-band man, and
My hand fresh to death, I'm lookin' lovely
And givin' bitches room to breathe until I up and leave
So y'all better get gone and
Bitch nigga still truein'
Try to war and them, nothin' slow about me guaranteed
You gotta wake up pretty early to pull one on me
You see, the game got me sceptical, but I ain't lettin'
You these bitches make me lose my cool, hoo
And y'all ain't think I was comin' back, nigga, did ya?
And skills that's cold and crush an instrumental
The child that's golden, mash out in a rental
But an old-school caddy dippin' out on the Lorenzo
Izzo, walk the street with my pencil
But niggas thinkin' they gon' rob me on their bristle
What happened to common sensing streak? (Huh?)
Bigger than layin' on your back for sense of the sneaks
Girl, back in the day with 8-balls, it's worlds they would trip the rental world, nigga, look out for your girl, nigga
Is ya 'bout that or not?
On the run sippin' cranberry and voks, stop
Jay done changed
Matter fact, ho, ho, ha, Jay got snanked
I'm the realest nigga alive and y'all already know this shit
The crib paid for, so is the whip
The SP get hit and so is the kit
The yellow rocks in the watch look like frozen piss
Throw them throwbacks back, that's over with
And them button-up infinites that's over twist
I'm on my SP camouflage, soldier shit
Big guns, no holster shit
Gangsters' poster kid
I got stripes like shell tops (Uh)
Rob niggas at the L-stop
Used to cop water off the shelf rot
Slum quarters spot a mailbox, you a poor quarter loose shelf shot
Yeah, I'm back to the block with it
SK with the stock with it, shootin' at cops with it, uh
I'm on the rooftop with it
Swat suit with the bulletproof top with it
I gotta get the whole shots in it
Uh-huh, and keep clappin' like bullets don't stop in it
Sidearm clappin', that Glock plastic
With two-handing
That Smith & Wesson triple action
As the world turns on its axis
I'm catchin' bodies like I'm signed to the morgue, goin' triple "Platinum"
Y'all niggas suckin' dick backwards, you pussy (Damn, Chad, they want another beat, man)
Fuck 'em
Uh
