'm the proud pop of them twin fo fo's Mac and nine milly, ice quite chilly I chase that paper, being broke? that's silly What's worse than a group a niggaz
(feat. Pusha T, Pharrell) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] All you little G's please, I carry the ghostmaker You just a rapper, a yipper, a yapper When shit
mom I really did I changed my ways, I'm tryna live And ball wit big heads, like Jason Kidd's/kid's Fuck a bid, it's not the way to go out - young'n Let
at Blocks where my heart at 44 bulldog bought back cats where they park at, off that Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreen's, Eckerd's Mac serve
with (Most Wanted) The beef is on, who they running wit (Most Wanted) Playa hating, on that click shit (Most done it) When it's I, who they get (Niggaz
Kool! They are Philly's Most Wanted! The jump off starts here! The jump off starts right now! Come on now! [Verse 1: Boobonic] It's them boys, that know
[Ambassador] From the Philly pad I've been servin' Christ and now it's really ... nonbelievers are treating Jesus like a silly fad Weak like the spot
it's Eve You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace Have you hidin in a hole
, yo They wanna know Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's
us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your
over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where
stunt the first It's like mad other ways to make the news If I want, I'm blessed with the curse I play the hermit with the gun permit That's a certified
mayhem - c'mon [Chorus x2: various samples] "Grand, Agent" - "North Philly's most wanted!" "Grand Agent" - "Minglin with mayhem" "Grand, Agent" - "North Philly's most wanted
[intro] Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
almost excited to leave- Cause I know when we skip the club that it's gone be to the spot But first let's take it to the floor Come on let's see what
she's asking what I want it, how I want it, where I want it, and when I want it And what I want Somebody tell me what's going on, going on [Unplugged
demerit these rat bastards But that's aight cause I'm a still make more And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw I make songs for the poor niggas