[Intro: Takbar]PussyYou’s a bitch ass nigga, niggaNever did nothing in your fucking lifeWhat’s your resume, you’s a male stripper niggaNone of the real niggas in Cali fuck with you niggaYou know I’m plugged and you know who this is talking pussyYou always showed me the utmost respect niggaYou’s a bitch niggaNever did nothing in your life how dare you play with niggas like usWhat the fuck is your resume?[Verse 1: Omelly]Its Osama Twin Llamas and I’ma fuck aroundWhy you worried about Meek? Sit your gay ass downActin’ like you that nigga when you a fuckin’ clownYou wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right nowSwing a punch, bop, bop, you goin’ right downBarkin’ up the wrong tree, it’s time to bite nowAin’t no more coppin’ pleas, it’s on sight nowTrigger finger itchin’, fuck the wait, strike now[Break: Omelly]Nigga, you was a stripper, niggaYou copped a plea in every beef you been in niggaYou can’t be fuckin’ seriousYou bumped your fuckin’ head, you jokeNigga you’s a fu-, I can’t believe this nigga, manThat’ll push up like this[Verse 2: Omelly]Murder, murder, murder that be the caseMan this nigga outta pocket, man he softer than DrakeDrum on my lap, I’m strapped when I hop out the WraithSwing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your faceHad a glass pot Pyrex, cookin’ the flourYou had a thong up you ass, male hooker for dollarsI got enough clips, bitch, we can shoot up for hoursGet it jumpin’, hit the switch like a ’64 ImpalaClip fully auto whole strip’ll get showered[Break: Beanie Sigel, (Omelly) & Meek Mill]One phone call I’m in LA in three hoursThe bully, please don’t bring me out of retirementAye Mac chill let me do my thing I got himOoouuu, ooouuuOoouuu(You was a stripper)Philly shit(Nigga you trippin’You was a stripper)B Mac in the building, Omelly in the buildingDeuce in the buildingDC in the building, Yay in the building[Verse 3: Meek Mill]I can never lose, chess or checkers make a moveDrippin’ in them jewels like I just got out the poolSkinny nigga sittin’ on that money like the juiceOnly time we make it to the TV if it’s the newsWe was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?Young niggas trappin’ out them benches, you dig?You gon’ be a felon or a witness, you dig?All this money, murderin’ is senseless, it isFuck ’em and tell ’em if I ain’t gon’ feed ’emAll this money I’m gettin’, prolly ain’t gon’ need ’emNiggas said that we beefin’, prolly ain’t gon’ see ’emI’m just pushin’ them buttons on ’em and they gon’ leave himDurk checked you (what else?), Thug sonned you (what else?)Fif dropped you (what else?), Mac owned you (what else?)Strippers turned rappers look what we come toYou a faggot, my lady’ll never fuck youG-A-M-E, please don’t tempt meFour pound with the lemon squeeze like simplyRidin’ dirty sippin’ on the eighth like Pimp CLand at the Clearport, truck my BentleyComin’ down Sunset, I’m not done yetI’ve been to Bompton, you don’t run thatShout out to YG, where my bloods at?Call my eses, where them guns at?I’m with them 40 niggas, I’m never with 40 niggasPromo your album they got you making up stories, niggaStripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, niggaA sucka[Break: Meek Mill]That’s what you do to sell you albumYou only gon’ sell like 15 thousand the first weekI put a mil’ on itDC4 on the wayHeh, y’all niggas is crazy talk to the D’s I got lawyer money[Verse 4: Meek Mill]You was signed to a rat, you a mouse niggaI’m sittin’ on that money like a couch, niggaMake me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout niggaMake me move to Calabassas, buy a house, niggaCalabassas, Mac 10 the masksWaiting on that red Bentley just to fly past usHollow tips ripple through the window, shatter glassesMac just landed at the port he want some actionCatch you at the drive-through, hit ’em and wax ’emDesert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwardsMake a nigga moonwalk, talkin’ Michael JacksonI don’t let my goons talk, they be only clappin’Menace to society, got guns by varietiesTeardrops on your face, you ain’t got no bodiesSon you like you Ray Ray, nigga you ain’t BobbyTreat you like you Day Day, Debo on a Friday, pussySomebody touch me then somebody dieBeat the body, throw a party like its Mardi GrasI’m from Philly, nigga, all we know is homicideThrowing millis tryna make a nigga momma cryBrace yourself double barrel pipeDo him like Caine’s cousin Harold at the lightWeigh like 170, nigga, I don’t fightDo it with the guns or we can do it with the knifeDo this shit for fun, we could do this shit tonightCause we was never cool, nigga, you was just ‘aightNew Jack City me and Chino on the bikeI’m sittin’ back with the uzi that’s your lifeI’m gone[Outro: Takbar]PussyThis ain’t about East or West neither niggaIts about niggas and bitches, power and moneyRiders and punksNigga you been a bitch niggaYou don’t do nothing that we do niggaYou don’t get down like we doWe applying pressure on you bitch ass niggaYou know what I’m sayingNiggas already know man Tak, Barcelini a [?]
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