Philly’s Most Wanted, Clipse - Street Tax lyrics

First of all I'm a T-H-U-G
Boobonic nigga, who the fuck you be?
If you don't really want this
Block then move over
So you don't get big weight
And lose it like Oprah
Caught a case down South in VA court
The game change every year like EA Sport
You see now they got platinum
Mad you got gold?
My corner's like the Beatles nigga
Get your rock and roll
Niggas mad cause the Feds stay on
Me cause they in cars
Mad cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
Try not to do hit's myself, I order that
While you cooked Four and a half
And got a quarter back
You play the tough guy role good
I ought to clap and did alot of rappin' too
I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug
Checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under
Your hood checkin' your oil

I graduated from eight balls to
Blow thats cake size
Match me grand for grand and
Lets make these stakes rise
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives
While my fam rocks links and
Medallions thats plate size
You up against The Clipse
Believe theres no chance
What you feel about hollows piercin'
Through your throat glands?
See, I sweet talk the Devil
Take him on a slow dance
While your hardcore posse's is
Extras and road hands
Get your Fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You fuckin' with grown Men and
Y'all is young boys love double action
Pack anything with loud noise
As we kidnap your partners and
Use 'em as decoys

If y'all ain't got guns
(I don't represent you)
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got dough
(I don't represent you)
Fuck ya clique and that
Bullshit you been through

I never hold back, I cock back and twist ya
I never been shot mothafucka, it's Mista
I scream who's coke? who's whip is that?
I want the main coke source
Not just the crack
I want the one who cook it up
And make you push the pack
You don't like that we cut
At you nigga? bust back
I never been the one to
Talk and chill shit out
I shoot 'till it jam and
The clip don't spit out
You heard I'm 'bout to run in
Your house? you better get out
Mista take stacks and coke and sort shit out
Whoever don't like it wanna come then come
And you smart mouth niggas get
Popped with dum dums

Who the fuck wanna see us?
Chrome double barrel heaters
Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us
Red green and black strapped
On Gucci wife beaters
With platinum paint jobs on 38 liters
Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz
Knee deep in crime rhyme
In coke? my shoulders
What you know about hidin'
Your bricks in Folgers?
With Grandmothers and Aunts
As primary holders
Whassup lover? tell 'em take
Aim or take cover
Cause we poppin' cross hand and
Christen your little Brother
Eagle eye block strutters composed
Of Baby Mothers how they we seen double