[Intro: Portishead]
Did I...see a moment with you
In a half-lit world...I'm frightened to believe
I must try
Did I...see a moment-
Did I...see a moment-
Did I...see a moment- (Gra-Gra-Gra-GramFam)
Did I...see a moment-
[Verse 1: Matt McGhee]
I'm so gone, so gone
I don't know how the fuck imma get home
My bitches tell me I'm the sweetest thing they ever known
Well duh bitch, unless I got a fucking clone
She sing our song and we rollin' 'round town
Prolly four girls, double up
Miles in the front, they just happy they can run with us
Did about a 100 but the coppers ain't fuck with us
Your bitch understand that we hottest and you fucking up
All my girls know I'm the shit
All your girls think you the shit until they meet me
Young nigga ain't got no picks
Nigga I be on the move if you wanna reach me
Takin' 'em to get in line
I'm busy hittin' dimes
Loose change but what you say in them new lines
Sayin' that you do crimes, you lyin'
Niggas ever run up on you with the iron, you dyin'
I wanna know who told these niggas they was gettin it
Rappin' bout that bullshit you ain't livin' it
Bitches love me, boy I been a pimp
She innocent, 'til I had her sweatin' the whip, woah
Fuck niggas ain't about it really
I pull up in sum'n grande, shout my nigga out in Philly
MD nigga, 'til I'm empty nigga
Screaming fuck that other shit them niggas 'bout silly, foreally
[Hook: Kasey Jones]
Ain't got shit on me but money, I'm boutta go get some mo'
These bitches on me they phony, I'm boutta go get some mo'
We ain't playin' 'bout this homie, this money it ain't a game
Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same
I got fifty on the dresser, got a hundred on the floor
I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some more
We ain't playin' bout this homie, this money it ain't a game
Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same
[Verse 2: Al Hostile]
Drugs nigga, fuck that, I am the plug nigga
Supplying all this doped up shit to you dumb niggas
I run niggas, I run shit, so pass me the blunt bitch
Goin' for the gold, so I be damned to vibin' quick
Can't fuck with no Trukfit
A lotta dicks try and buttkiss, real quick
Y'all niggas don't cut shit
I'm known to fuck up shit, then dip, then hit a spliff
Rolling with my niggas and we live for that moshpit
One word hostile, three words I'm hot now
Uth shit to the top now, now lame fucks better bow down
It's still puff puff pass
Weak niggas getting gassed, while Imma tell you that you ass
Trash, rubbish, garbage, junk
A blunt full of skunk, man this ain't what you want
Nigga my life golden so it's fuck what you thought
And I got more lyrics than the church got Oh Lords
Hallelujah I'm the shit, Hallelujah I'm the shit
Got 'em screaming from the pit, your girl reaching for my dick
Your moms and your baby sis
I'm back with a mac and a 16, I guess mean
I bet that these niggas gon' know me
I was born Hostile, I'll be here for a while
And I promise y'all niggas can't hold me
[Hook: Kasey Jones]
Ain't got shit on me but money, I'm boutta go get some mo'
These bitches on me they phony, I'm boutta go get some mo'
We ain't playin' 'bout this homie, this money it ain't a game
Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same
I got fifty on the dresser, got a hundred on the floor
I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some more
We ain't playin' bout this homie, this money it ain't a game
Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same
[Post-Chorus: Matt McGhee]
I got fifty on the dresser, I got a hundreds on the floor
I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some-
(Gra-Gra-Gra-GramFam)
We ain't playin bout this money my nigga
[Outro]
When you are afraid, it is difficult to breathe
It is difficult to move
It is difficult to speak
But it is easy to panic