Letras
Yeah
You know what it is
Yeah
Philly Patterson
Shout out Montrex
Percy P
What's the fucking deal baby?
It's time we get down out here
What up Perc?
What up kid?
Philly the Patterson projects
Bronx, New York
Yeah
You know what it is
My guns are bigger than a baby's arm
With agent orange like I was raised in 'Nam
The bullets stay inside your brain like it's your favorite song
I don't give a fuck who they hitting, they can grade your moms
I load the motherfucking clip and they like baby bombs
I see it as something beautiful when the metal fly
Around the way call me Lucifer, a hell of a guy
I'm a motherfucking veteran, I'm telling you why
Beat his head until there's red in 'em, I'm letting 'em die
City of brotherly thugs, the home of filthy pimping
You ain't fucking around with Vinnie Perc or Guilty Simpson
Unless you wanna be the target that we dump the clip in
I do the shit during the day, I like the gun to glisten
You a backwards motherfucker, you run to prison
You think the biggie lock with Mel's in jail a fun position
You should kill yourself rapper and be stuck in the earth
To be honest ain't no rapper that can fuck with you Perc
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscos kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
We here to eat 'til there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscos kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
Fast or slow pace, my flow lace tracks this cat a dope base
And don't waste steps to go chase broads in no place
Mess the streets, impress the freaks, pimp stress for weeks
Hoes left to meet a guest to cheat and test the sheet
Ripping shows from here to Britain yo I'm hitting hoes
Giving those women that's sniffing blow and not getting dough