Lyrics:
a blood transfusion
[Journalist]
In the back of a medic truck, shots in your neck and gut
while we holdin our weapons up, I'm still reppin' Philly -
We not even gone show this to nobody though
No no showing
No recording
None of that
They said Rell what you doing in the trap
I said I’m chilling
you in high school nigga
Who you lyin' to man, nigga we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray nigga
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali
My sneaks they Bally
In my hood I'm prob'ly
Just rollin' round in that Ghost
Watchin' out for them folks
Heater
out the intervention (do it)
I'm in dimension, two by sixteen's
You all broke LP niggas threw in the bay
A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
Pit
please
Make sure on Halloween
That you light up your pumpkin please
Mask On when you Trick or Treat
If you asking for some candy please
I ride around in
We Embrace Every Day by
Smoking Sweets and getting blazed
Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised
Keep it the Playa way, while we
And keep rappin', I'm floatin' past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your
hands tied
If I left you to decide
How I'm supposed to feel all time and what thoughts I should hide
The tricks I try to play myself
The tricks
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
Poppin' my shit again
I'm on a roll like it's Michelin, ahh
We goin' for the win
Fucked up when you make it you gonna be hated by many men
Growing up
the civic cant ride with me in the bentley I really was trippin
Falling for these broke bitches swear my mind playing tricks on me
They showed me fake love
like bye you
If I hit a bitch twice and she see me out in public tryna speak Ima walk right by you
Imma head down to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma
can hear it when I walk by
The room is moving side to side, I'm feeling hypnotized
Getting faded in the Phantom, ain't no stopping a riot
These
mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who
gonna shit
Painting them pictures
Given em tricks
Just like I'm Magic
Givin em havoc
Everything nice I gotta have it
Every bitch bad guess it's a habit
have your
Things racing like on your marks, get set
Go i'm the nigga with the sick ass flow
In the hotlines
I'm on the corner like a stop sign
By
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you
teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
The high
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
Rooftop spliffy and I'm rolling it left handedly
Wake and bake and take another candid of the family
Playing cards the universe in charge of what it
to leave a rapper in disarray
Always accurate with My plays you don't call your shit the same
Watch your players disobey I'm just as crazed as they may say
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