[ Featuring Cimer Amor ]
We on some clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
I think probably not, that's why we gotta stop this
Clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
Stop hatin get money what we gotta do
I embrace all y'all with open arms
Whether backpacks on or you got guns in ya palms
Don't make me know difference
Long as what you spittin is vicious
It's common ground we can break bread and get riches
I spark a lecture on some architecture
I'm Mike Brady with the mic lately building on some art that's fresher
Pardon my gestures, that weak shit will always cost you lesser
Keep sleeping on this heat like a narcolepter
Fly thickness in my kitchen, God bless her
Fry chicken with no shoes on Barefoot Contessa
Dinner cooked, pussy print like a ninja foot
Then she feed it to me while I'm the den penning hooks
While these other rappers claim they making great tapes
But they ain't working they just jerking on some shake weights
A buncha Wendy Williams how you doin's
Styles ruined, I'd rather listen to a bowel movement
On some clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
I think probably not, that's why we gotta stop this
Clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
Stop hatin get money what we gotta do
They call it clique shit aka just some bitch shit
I love my music so I treat it like a business
All that little kid shit, I'd rather slit my wrist quick
I roll with the in crowd and a bunch of misfits
That's down for any instant, don't get it twisted
I got a beautiful wife, Hip Hop's my mistress
So put me on the top of your wish list
Cause when I spit it's a gift till you go Merry Christmas
It's KU to the death of me
If the game's gonna change flavors then I'll make a new recipe
Testin me, better bring your weaponry
Cause I'ma go hard motherf*cker don't expect nothing less from me
Hating on me ain't gone make me bow down
Only gonna make me hungrier and wanna chow down
Like a lion at a zoo when it's feeding time
You ain't get the point yet, you better read between the lines
We on some clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
I think probably not, that's why we gotta stop this
Clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
Stop hatin get money what we gotta do
This some clique shit, you don't f*ck with me and I don't f*ck with you
You must be huffin glue if you think I'm number two
I'm not judging you, I'm just judging me
I'm a boss not employed in the company
Come from P-H-I-L-L-Y
Where the young guns pop and the shells sail by
Illadelphi is the place that's divided
Where the hate and murder rate pace is raising and climbing
Escaping the violence through stages and rhymin
Even then, snakes rising, hate when you shining
You wasting your time with all the negativity
Break through facades and laws of relativity
You're crazy, you're blind, your squad can't get rid of me
Dazed in a fog like clogged in a chimney
Take on a mob and conquer the industry
North, east, south, and west, I rep Philly B
