Max B - PD 5 Lyrics
[Chorus:]We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)Oww OwwwwWe're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)Pow PowwwwI start a show without the radio, which way did he go?Oww OwwwwBaby 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 roomI got the ship, Greasey he got the Chevy DoomI can barely move when he see that shit hereSee this 5th gear, I sit in a big chairMake the finer decisions wherever his head go, the nigga dead though*****, he need him in medicalBetter get him a nice sized box to sleep inIt's over for him, the nigga was knee-deep inSeen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, *****es love the dickThey always say it's the right sizeNice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonadeThis is the season for vigilantes and renegadesBeen afraid of nuttin' that crossed my path, *****He had me confused, I put him down in the casketDrastic measures I be takin' when you *****es put my back against the wall*****ers be tryna blackballGot a fat draw with nuttin' but cash in itStash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in itHeavy in the street shit, still on my one and twosAbout to punish you, better put on your runnin' shoesOww[Chorus:]We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)Oww OwwwwWe're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)Pow PowwwwI start a show without the radio, which way did he go?Oww OwwwwBaby 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 han***** now, man downYou *****es on round ***** nowGot the shit on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need moreLike I'm in bed with three whores, me areNot them niggaz on TV, them niggaz is weakThey never really be in the streetHold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the niggaz I *****s with*****es, keep 'em in bunches, lunchesDinners at the hotel suite, I'm the most hated onAnd I don't eat, filet mignoneBetter pay me on the first and the 15th, nigga hit meTwenty thousand to rent meJust for one night, I can wave you, fix you with the treatmentKeep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closetEverything is the opposite, I can pop ya, *****I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of itI'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap shitSorry you feeling left out, guess houseClub Cocabana was the spotThese niggaz that wanna rock, bet I'm a make it hotNigga, why ya just died in ya career before it jumpstart, buckshotCover you when the pump spark, maydayMake you niggaz walk the plank, blindfoldBigga, I'll never go, the nigga stuck in grind modeOww[Chorus:]We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)Oww OwwwwWe're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)Pow PowwwwI start a show without the radio, which way did he go?Oww OwwwwBaby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)Chao Chaoooow
