Philly's Most Wanted - Southwest Anthem lyrics

[Intro - b**bonic] + (Mr.) Southwest anthem (Uh huh) [Chorus x2 - b**bonic] + (Girl) Baby who the chicks coming with (Most Wanted) The beef is on, who they running wit (Most Wanted) Playa hating, on that click sh** (Most done it) When it's I, who they get (n***as don't want it) [Verse 1] [Mr.] See these n***as talk sh**, and scared to bust grapes [Boo] A man them n***as ain't real at all, they just fake [Mr.] It's Mr. and b**bonic, the realest since P. Johnson [Boo] + (Mr.) Aiyyo, y'all n***as just wishing for d**h, like C. Bronson I get y'all, hit y'all, (spit to ya flick fall) Money getting, it, all, get poor (sh** naw) Flick raw, and get them hoes to the tele (b**h you ever think that you could get his b**h) ask Kelly [Boo] I get head deli, and smack n***as for hating [Mr.] Aiyyo, n***a have my dough on time, I hate waiting [Boo] Mr., what you do to n***as that think this sh** sweet [Mr.] + (b**bonic) Hit 'em up, then I toss they bodies, in cops creek Or trunk 'em, bury 'em, living like true mobsters Do 'em like Hammer (how's that) too proper [Boo] + (Mr.) Aiyyo, I aim real good, I only need a two-shotter Don't worry 'bout ya b**h (why not) 'cause Boo got her, come on [Chorus x2] [Verse 2 - b**bonic] Aiyyo my whole twist, is to freeze my whole wrist Just to seem like me, n***as f** my old b**h Y'all n***as twenty on pump four, gased up That s*ut you call ya girl, I got her a** up Y'all some fake n***as, type say his b**h model And pour three Coronas, in an empty Cris' bottle And that's when I come through, cross you like A.I And you could smack the sh** outt b**bonic, the day I Change for a b**h Of course n***as gon' say I change 'cause I'm rich My Range got change for a Six, but 'Bonic ain't change for a bit I still hang and do the same sh**, see the game getting Upset wit a few n***as, (who n***a) You n***as (who), them hating 'Boo n***as Can I help that my age, don't match my money (no) And that my b**h, don't match ya honey (no) All that I felt (no) and um, I got dough (no) And um, I pop Mo' (no) and um, I rock shows (no) 'Cause God gave me the time that I got That's why I stay away from flamable sh**, because I'm hot, come on [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - Mr.] + (b**bonic) Look you never seen a n***a like M-R-Dot I'm like Puff, you can't hold me down, or can't stop (In a) SL drop, (wit a) ten shot Glock (I'ma) thug like Pac, I'm hot, what you forgot That I got the game locked, trust me, can't touch me n***as going nuts, if they think they could bust me I ball like Webber, Most Wanted got chedda All that Beretta, chromed out Careva And you can't stay in the rain, wit umbrellas From Junior Black Mafia, the ghetto Good Fellas f**ing cop tellers, running quick to snitch (So you) sweet fruit gangstas, get banana clips (And they) need seat belts, from the way they ride dick (Uh huh) and click get hit, no trial for you pal (Aw) Right before the hearing, (uh) from one shot, booyaoh Think you n***as new now, whatcha gon' do now [Chorus x4] [Outro - Girl] ...Most Wanted ...Most Wanted ...Most done it ...n***as don't want it