PD 5 lyrics

[Chorus]
We street n*ggas 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 stole the 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*t here
See this 5th gear, I sit in a big chair
Make the final decisions wherever his head go, the n*gga dead though
f*ck he need him a medical?
Better get him a nice sized box to sleep in
It's over for him, the n*gga was knee-deep in
Seen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, b*tches love the di*k
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 nothin' that crossed my path b*tch
He had me confused, I put him down in the casket
Drastic- measures I be taking when you b*tches put my back against the wall
f*ckers be tryna blackball
Got a fat draw with nothin' but cash in it
Stash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in it
Heavy in the street sh*t, still on my one and twos
About to punish you, better put on your running shoes
Oww
[Chorus]
We street n*ggas 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 hanc*ck now, man down
You b*tches on round c*ck now
Got the sh*t on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need more
Like I'm in bed with three whores, we are
Not them n*ggas on TV, them n*ggas is weak
They never really be in the street
Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the n*ggas I f*cks with
b*tches, 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*gga 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*tch
I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of it
I'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap sh*t
Sorry you feeling left out
Guest house, Club Cocabana was the spot
These n*ggas that wanna rock, bet I'ma make it hot
n*gga, why you jeopardizing your career before it jumpstart, buckshot
Cover you when the pump spark, mayday
Make you n*ggas walk the plank, blindfold
Bigga, I'll never go, the n*gga stuck in grind mode
Oww
[Chorus]
We street n*ggas 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