Paul Pesci - OWTOW lyrics
V1: They say Paul you so juvenile I'm like what the f** you mean ha? Im a grown a** man getting cream ha Thats Cash Money with my team ha All Black Hearses Got them Hazzard lights on the scene ha k**in the game, k**in the game And then Bring the evidence to the cleaners Got Blood stains on my NS shirt Money off the books my net-worth No joy if it wasn't for pain But me and my team don't express hurt Just straight faces, straight razors Blade under the tongue thats for hatas Dont talk unless its about money We ballin we ballin we Balmain-in Po'ed up Edgar Allen Theres Poetry in that dirty drink Bottom of the bottle is candy paint Color purple haze and k**a cams mink I Sip and slow up my conscious Pockets a casket holding my sponsor Cemetery I carry my profits Walking dead on arrival I'm haunting We say get Get money f** b**hes You say get b**hes f** money That's why y'all lames broke with no women They know they want the ones stuntin I pray for my preys Keep my enemies close And nothing closer, don't trust soul You Conniving folks We just smoke and toast Its That east coast bullsh** we on Breakdown: Mindstate daily f** you pay me East coast made me Didn't let d-evils take me Cause this music sh** saved me Pray they never A-K me Once your at the top they aimin for your head gun off safety f** em' Our way the only way f** what y'all say (repeat) Chorus: Our way is the only way (8x) V2: Pour one 2-4 that syrup sippin Leanin like camber wheels whippin Creepin right past ya You see what I'm after Talkin about all of those mills pimpin Roll my bud in hunnet dollar bills Ignorant sh** Just for the thrills Inhale the ink spit it on paper and get a deal It'llgive you chills Eye on the money like the papers seal Counting money thats how Nature feels Went from bottom to top Roof top From the block School of hard knocks how we made it here In the hallways Just a Nobody Special-Ed I got it made I don't what's better getting paid or layed But when I get this money, b**hes here to stay The women say they love the voice raspy Don't match with the baby face Doing grown man transactions Making history on a lazy day All you federalies come catch me On my Frank Abagnale paper chase Breaking rules Running bases, sliding home My papers safe Make room we crept and we came in Competition reciting their Amens Sayin Rest in peace to those, coming in between us our goals and the money we makin Leave the whole town vacant Occupy it with NSco lacing My soul knocking on heavens gates and my thoughts still in the devils basement Breakdown Chorus