speak Niggas under pressure look they back sweatin' Try me? That's a gamble that lack bettin' What makes you a thug nigga? The sounds of guns bustin' adrenaline pumpin' And give a fuck about nothin' What makes
Превод: Филаделфия е Most Wanted. Какво ме кара да.
adrenaline pumpin and don't give a fuck about nothin What makes you a killa The feelin that I get when I touch somethin or how I give it to anybody that want somethin What makes
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse four) Niggers want to know about me and the...... We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago But there's
a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep 'em playing they position Keep making the people listen what
some more Phillies My nigga let me hit it Niggas we thugin immortalized, let's get high It's them niggas you most desire I can remember from way back
I'm America's most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look in my eyes and
Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look in my eyes
goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's
Astro's hat a lot, I sock A punk, fool, hit me up [Assassin] I run the west and I'm up, That's suppossin' my cause, What's the difference between this
, I got what it takes to make it over the top you tryna diss me than stop and think it over I'm greater than any n-gga you feeling the most stepped on
't gonna say nuttin' "Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?" I'm on Wanted Most America All of my phones is tapped now God, yo even my cellular Me
, 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 The most
canned goods Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's
mad wreck I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got We got flow, we
chillin' Peep out who's the villain then make your whole pavilion Of a Sicilian, excuse the greed don't want a mill I want a zillion - stacks of Franklin's