[Intro: Takbar] Pussy You's a bitch ass nigga, nigga Never did nothing in your fucking life What's your resume, you's a male stripper nigga None of the real niggas in Cali fuck with you nigga You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pussy You always showed me the utmost respect nigga You's a bitch nigga Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with niggas like us What the fuck is your resume?
[Verse 1: Omelly] Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma fuck around Why you worried about Meek? Sit your gay ass down Actin' like you that nigga when you a fuckin' clown You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now Trigger finger itchin', fuck the wait, strike now [Break: Takbar] Nigga, you was a stripper, nigga You copped a plea in every beef you been in nigga You can't be fuckin' serious You bumped your fuckin' head, you joke Nigga you's a fu-, I can't believe this nigga, man That'll push up like this
[Verse 2: Omelly] Murder, murder, murder that be the case Man this nigga outta pocket, man he softer than Drake Drum on my lap, I'm strapped when I hop out the Wraith Swing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your face Had a glass pot Pyrex, cookin' the flour You had a thong up you ass, male hooker for dollars I got enough clips, bitch, we can shoot up for hours Get it jumpin', hit the switch like a '64 Impala Clip fully auto whole strip'll get showered
[Break: Beanie Sigel, (Omelly) & Meek Mill] One phone call I'm in LA in three hours The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him Ooouuu, ooouuu Ooouuu (You was a stripper) Philly shit (Nigga you trippin' You was a stripper) B Mac in the building, Omelly in the building Deuce in the building DC in the building, Yay in the building
[Verse 3: Meek Mill] I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool Skinny nigga sittin' on that money like the jews Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news We 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 is Fuck 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em Niggas said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em I'm just pushin' them buttons on 'em and they gon' leave him Durk checked you, Thug sonned you (what else?) Fif dropped you (what else?), Mac oned you (what else?) Strippers turned rappers look what we come to You a faggot, my lady'll never fuck you G-A-M-E, please don't tempt me Four pound with the lemon squeeze like simply Ridin' dirty sippin' on the eighth like Pimp C Land at the Clearport, truck my Bentley Comin' down Sunset, I'm not done yet I've been to Bompton, you don't run that Shout 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 niggas Promo your album they got you making up stories, nigga Stripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, nigga A sucka
[Break: Meek Mill] That's what you do to sell you album You only gon' sell like 15 thousand the first week I put a mil' on it DC4 on the way Heh, 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 nigga I'm sittin' on that money like a couch, nigga Make me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout nigga Make me move to Calabassas, buy a house, nigga Calabassas, Mac 10 the masks Waiting on that red Bentley just to fly past us Hollow tips ripple through the window, shatter glasses Mac just landed at the port he want some action Catch you at the drive-through, hit 'em and wax 'em Desert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwards Make a nigga moonwalk, talkin' Michael Jackson I don't let my goons talk, they be only clappin' Menace to society, got guns by varieties Teardrops on your face, you ain't got no bodies Son you like you Ray Ray, nigga you ain't Bobby Treat you like you Day Day, Deebo on a Friday, pussy Somebody touch me then somebody die Beat the body, throw a party like its Mardi Gras I'm from Philly, nigga, all we know is homicide Throwing millis tryna make a nigga momma cry Brace yourself double barrel pipe Do him like Caine's cousin Harold at the light Weigh like 170, nigga, I don't fight Do it with the guns or we can do it with the knife Do this shit for fun, we could do this shit tonight Cause we was never cool, nigga, you was just 'aight New Jack City me and Chino on the bike I'm sittin' back with the uzi that's your life I'm gone
[Outro: Takbar] Pussy This ain't about East or West neither nigga Its about niggas and bitches, power and money Riders and punks Nigga you been a bitch nigga You don't do nothing that we do nigga You don't get down like we do We applying pressure on you bitch ass nigga You know what I'm saying Niggas already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss