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Ill Phil
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Don't get that man involved
My elites, they od
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
Don't get that man involved
My elites, they o.d.
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
Shorty keep it tucked for me
The loud and the papers too
When I break the booth
I owe niggas another stu
It's a "doley" not a coupe
I can see like I'm on Throop
Jackson and Brooklyn kinda' similar
It's a lot of Ju's
Glove fit and they acquit
Cuz I got the Juice
Fake niggas snaggin' my threads
I had to cut em' loose
Already fighting demons from the past
As a troubled youth
Making the music where you wear
Hoodies and the bubbles to
When the block hot
That's why we coolin'
Keep it low key
You would call me ill Escobar
The way I know key
You'll never get a Home-A
Dick-riding ya Homie
Shorty say she let you slap yea bro
That was 03'
That mean you lost cuz in the 4th game
You not a clutch man
March around tooting ya horn
But never touched bands
I don't need the upper that's wack
I need the up hand
If they putting bread in my palm
I need the stuck hand
Don't get that man involved
My elites, they od
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
Don't get that man involved
My elites, they od
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
And they won't never have a flow
That's similar,
You can't simulate
Niggas moving unfamiliar
Can't facilitate
You ain't down for your bitch
Like she Yandi
Under niggas, trying to be down
Moving Brandy
We moving Henny and Tron
Like it's water and Shandi
Counting ghost money,
In the back of the Camry
Tommy on him, walking with death
Billy and Mandy
Trying to build him up
So he don't keep the tools handy
Keep myself in check, no Ladi
You can add the da
Only trade respect, knowledge, and money
Ask the guys
Never had a slave, always had the master mind
You was lit, after the fact
That's a after shine
Her mouth made a nigga forget
But the ass remind
I'm good bro, that was your shorty
But the ass was mine
Paper cut my whole Medulla
Got the cash in mind
You was last in line
I gotta make it last this time
Don't get that man involved
My elites, they od
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
Don't get that man involved
My elites, they od
And they plan to ball
In these streets he ain't flee
He don't plan at all
I believe trust and see
We don't plan to fall
Writer(s): Phillip Mack
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