Pacewon - You Lyrics
Watch itMove back away from himIs he dead?[Sigh]He passed out on the sofaWhoa![Pacewon]Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!Light a blunt, get pumpedP-A-C-ELive entertainment, replace TVMade for the kids, the DJs and fiendsMakin' y'all jam like freeways and streets (Screech!)I keep it moving like soul to soulRecord label, my whole team going goldDumbin' outYou run your mouth rapid'Till I see your face and I slap itYo! I'm a wizard at thisWeave a spell, it's like magicTurn that bully boy into a faggotTurn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggotsTurn his blue steel into plasticYo! I turn boogie in the goodie, sit back and roll a fat oneTurn a vinyl record into platinumTurn a real calm mother*****er to a thug that want actionI'm here to heal the sick, I'm like aspirinYo! I walk on water like the saviour (Pacewon!)I declared war on the mayorYou know me, low keySittin' on my porch gettin' high I'm like SmokeyChipped up cellyCussin' out Sony (Where the ***** is my cheque?)Yo! I don't just live by reputationI'm thuggin', with a weapon waitin'To slug youLove toTreat me like Gotti when I come throughRun crews, aunts and uncles I loveI touch (You! You! You!)Let me set it off for (You! You! You!)Always keep it raw for (You! You! You!)Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!)Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!)Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!)Who got as much money (You! You! You!)Yo! What you want?Yo! I always think busyKeep the money crispySmoke out back to back phillysLet's go halfI got fiftyYou *****in' with a grislyHippie, make you feel jiggyMake your girl wanna *****, wanna cuddle up and kiss meLicky, licky, tricky, dizzy, sillyI don't need game, I just keep it on the real-lyBust shots like they 9 mill-y'Tis for my people in The BricksFor my people out in PhillyConnecticut, New York cityBad Boy, see the no smokin' signsStill light a blittyDance around like P. DiddyGreedy mother*****er, don't careGrab your kitty by the tittyShe love itLike Kim do Biggie (Huh!)Dig me, the world move quicklyKillin' off the weak and the sicklyBelieve it or not it's like rippiesSome niggas rap, some niggas flip keysSome *****es strip-teaseSome work at WimpyGotta crush, hot and heavy on an MCAnd like Fat Joe, jealous ones envyPacewon, you wanna be like meCarhartt cap on, new pair of NikesVirgo vibes, might pull a PisciesToo close to Aries, turn out to be sheistyYo! I'm being watched by a strike team,Wanted by the feds before the age of nineteenYo! Yo! Be careful standin' by meI'm tricky, might slip a mickey in your ice creamYo! Yo! Yo! 'Till my day comeBest regards all of y'allPacewonYou! You! You!You! You! You!Keep it raw for (You! You! You!)Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You! You!)Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!)Mad 'cos your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!)Who got as much money (You! You! You!)Yo! What you want?
