Ya'll know who I be. if ya don't know they call me philly round the way (abreviation of my first name) and ya can call me the same. This Rap shit is me, ya'know wether u love it or leave it, I'm still doin me.
Lyrics
Streetz u a liar fam/
I'm worth higher grands, flows hot like a frying pan//
I'm from where da weed they supply-ing-damn/
have ya eyes squintin low like u need an eye-exam//
who ever signs this man is a retarded-cat-cuz/
ya diss is the only nice track since u started rappin//
don't make me have to spark-da-cannon/
tear apart dis man, put u in a box as hard-as-granite//
I'm on top, got the charts on smash and/
as far as rapping goes, u ain't got da heart for dat shit//
you don't wanna have dis marksmen clappin/
KG might as well quite and stick to arts-and-craft-kid//
and Genius ain't beatin these freaks/
u still beatin ya meat, rockin ya mic like siegel and free//
I tought ya bout spittin it harder/
then u dissin me, c'mon son how u dissin ya father//
so I'm have to catch this fool/
cuz KG ain't gangsta, he's goes to catholic school//
it's hard for me to feel u brotha/
I seen ya girl, she look like my little brotha//
streetz already sound like trash/
but if KG ghostwrites, then he'll just sound like fab//
P drive the cyphas craze/
stay on the mic 4 days, the type of shit ya wife embrace//
the slugs might bite ya bite ya face/
I would beat kg chick, but she still in her diaper phase//
blow ya brains on the top of streets/
so this ain't the first time u seen genius on top of streetz//
and me peeps stay poppin heat/
to have ya talkin to da lord like a gospal speech//
ya never fought-wit-a-9/
so if pull out, it's the first gun you'll see with no water-inside//
u can see me when da pistols poppin/
lift ya top, twist ya not, so u can tell big whats poppin//
I'm in da spot where da hits is knockin/
chicks is noddin they head, till my kids dislodgin//
there's no comparin at all/
so KG beatin me? u gotta better chance growin hair on ya balls//
yea he's bastard b/
how am I gon get beatin by a nigga who sound like master P//
plus I stay stackin cream/
pockets got more chese then a craft factory//
I know u don't like philly, wanna catch-me un-armed-ta wet-me with-water/
in per-son, burst-some of they nurf-guns//
KG said he's a hustler/
cuz he ghostwrites, and streetz is his regular customer//
talkin bout he heats da metal/
and how he push whips, when his feat can't even reach da petal//
I'm a have to cock and spray/
pop ya fade, and make sure it's the last time u talk to ya pops that way//
