Max B - PD 5 lyrics
[Chorus:] We street n***az who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I start a show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow [Verse 1:] Big crib, cannons in every room I got the ship, Greasey he got the Chevy Doom I can barely move when he see that sh** here See this 5th gear, I sit in a big chair Make the finer decisions wherever his head go, the n***a dead though f**, he need him in medical Better get him a nice sized box to sleep in It's over for him, the n***a was knee-deep in Seen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, b**hes love the dick They always say it's the right size Nice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonade This is the season for vigilantes and renegades Been afraid of nuttin' that crossed my path, b**h He had me confused, I put him down in the casket Drastic measures I be takin' when you b**hes put my back against the wall f**ers be tryna blackball Got a fat draw with nuttin' but cash in it Stash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in it Heavy in the street sh**, still on my one and twos About to punish you, better put on your runnin' shoes Oww [Chorus:] We street n***az who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I start a show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow [Verse 2:] All I got is my hanco*k now, man down You b**hes on round co*k now Got the sh** on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need more Like I'm in bed with three who*es, me are Not them n***az on TV, them n***az is weak They never really be in the street Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the n***az I f**s with b**hes, keep 'em in bunches, lunches Dinners at the hotel suite, I'm the most hated on And I don't eat, filet mignone Better pay me on the first and the 15th, n***a hit me Twenty thousand to rent me Just for one night, I can wave you, fix you with the treatment Keep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closet Everything is the opposite, I can pop ya, b**h I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of it I'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap sh** Sorry you feeling left out, guess house Club Cocabana was the spot These n***az that wanna rock, bet I'm a make it hot n***a, why ya just died in ya career before it jumpstart, buckshot Cover you when the pump spark, mayday Make you n***az walk the plank, blindfold Bigga, I'll never go, the n***a stuck in grind mode Oww [Chorus:] We street n***az who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I start a show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow