This B**ch-Philly's Most Wanted

This b***h (LP Version) - Philly's Most Wanted (Mr. Man Boobonic) "Ayyo, I seen the b***h car over there, man." "Who?" "Let's s***t over there. Ya b**ch! She over there with that ni**a, man. Let's get in the squad and s***t over there real fast." "Yo, man, don't sh*t surprise me at this point, dog. These b**ches ain't sh*t, man." "I know that's right." "It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." "Aw, they be havin' good-a** p**sy that hiiit! That sh*t be..." "The only... be crazy, man. Damn!" "I know, that sh*t crazy as a mothaf**ka" "Yo, I can't even explain that b**ch, man." (Boobonic) This b***h feel like wind from an angel, spreadin' his wings I'm gettin' her things in Jacob's, gettin' her rings She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a whore I know it and she don't say she one. The b***h show it how she give me head and how that slut throw it Lick me wit' Halls in her mouth and then she blow it I know I shouldn't like her, I know it's f**ked up thinkin' like this hood-rat b***h gets lucked up 'cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her, watch how the d**k gettin' her Do alot a sh*t wit' her, never wanna split from her I'm paranoid 'cause she had the nerve to ask that if I die, could she get half of my ASCAP Different girl of the world, that b***h want galaxies, insurance policies so she can get apologies when I'm outta here. B**ch, get outta here Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere, b**ch (Boobonic Mr. Man) "Hey, look. There go that bicth sh*t right there. Park right there." "I told ya, man. I seen that sh*t when I ride. I rode up and backed up." "That b***h think she the f**k, see, I know what I'ma do to her. I don't, don't even let her see us. Keep movin', keep movin'." "No, we got the ten. Plus the squad, she don't know the squad anyway. Ya-knaw-I'm-sayin'? F**k that b**ch, man." "I'ma f**k that b***h UP." "She a FREAK, man!" "I'm tellin', I'ma gon' f**k her up. Yo, watch how I do this." "You got a nice freak with you, man." "I'm a, nah, I'm a playa. Watch how I get her." "See, I ain't in to screamin' and sh*t." (Mr. Man) All I hear is 'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon, let's work it out!' Nope, you know too many niggas, we could never share a house F**k, you tryin' to get me robbed? Stash cleaned out? Three O' clock in the morning with a gun in my mouth? B**ch, your p**sy ain't worth it, head ain't either Toss me like a salad and charge up my Visa? Don't think so From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes, minks nor dough ("That's right.") 7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo and I'm goin' to Cancun and f**k no, you can't go and you wanna catch a tan and f**k my man too Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo, is that cool wit' you?' I'm hip to this b**ch. It's cool, I laugh now While your girlfriends shop, you sit that a** down Broke, ain't ya, and niggas just wanna f**k? Yeah, I heard you givin' up head for less than a buck, what? Skank (Boobonic "This B**ch") "Yo! (Door knocks) Yo, open the f**kin' door, man." "Yo, I'm comin'!" "Stop playin' wit', open the f**k... b**ch!" "Baby, what's wrong? Don't... (Glass breaking)" "Oh, you wanna be a f**kin' whore? Huh? You wanna be a whore, you dumb-a** b**ch? Huh?" "Why you cryin' by me like that? What are you talkin' about whore? Baby, what's wrong wit' you?" "Get the f**k out. Man, get the f**k out, man! Get the f**k out now, b**ch!" "Yo, I can't take this sh*t! I f**kin' hate you!" "Man, get my sh*t, man. Oh, you wanna get; b**ch, get the f**k o*f the phone, b**ch!" "Nah, I f**kin' hate you! (Phone dialing)" (Boobonic) Oh, now you wanna call the cops? You scared? Well, you should Say your name and I gotta hit high and hit good Hustle just to buy you sh*t and take trips while you pose a**-naked for niggas and takin' flicks ("What?") And I ain't hate you, just tell me what it is 'cause I never had a problem wit' f**kin' your relatives I f**ked up happy homes but I don't need that I can't f**k wit' you no more, b**ch, I leave that (Mr. Man) Look, b**ch, pack your clothes and forget the couch Leave the keys, call your mom 'cause I'm kickin' you out This summer, no C-L-K and halter tops, skirt, knee boots, hair blowin' in the drop Uh-uh, you not See, this sh*t gon' stop Shoulda known the first night when I was hittin' the cop' Week later, you dropped right back to Dime Rose and I never been indeed out Cancun for posin', b**ch (Billy Bathgate) "Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this crazy sh*t that happened to me with this b**ch. Remember that b***h I was tellin' you about? Yeah, I'm chillin' at the label with another ni**a that rap and he braggin' about how many b**ches he got and bring up this b***h name. I'm like, 'Hold up, I know that same b**ch.' I'm like, 'Nah, no, I don't.' But we got the same last PIN number. Ain't that a b**ch?!" Yo, yo, look Our love is like Mary B. and K-Ci and I don't wanna do anything else but make moms proud Throw karats at your finger, trip down the isle Forget playin' house, ma, let's make a child Now she got me doin' herb sh*t, straight doin' nerd sh*t; Charles Jordan, Lois Faton, those type of fur sh*t Playas we splurge wit', my chain wit' ya gang of skank hoes, no bank hoes It's all the same I brag about you, told niggas I'm mad about you Now I feel like straight whoopin' that cash up out you What you doin' in his contact? B**ch, you can't see? What, if it don't work wit' us, quit? Is he plan B? It's a small-a** world but smaller industry I thought niggas do the pimpin' but shorty pimpin' me Well, sh*t, I ain't let her go I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung but I guess what's done is done Huh (Boobonic Mr. Man "This B**ch") "I can't even f**kin' take you nowhere, man, you run around f**kin' everybody, man. 'F**k is wrong wit' you, man?" "I know, why you doin' this to me?" "You gotta stop that sh*t, man. Straight up, man." "I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool, please!" "You f**kin' can't do that, man. Straigt up, man. You f**kin' it up, man. I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get this money and make it aiiight for me and you, man, you runnin' around makin' me look the f**k stupid, man." "Straight up, dunn." "I'll do anything for you! Oh! I want do it again, I promise!" "You can't do that sh*t, man. Ain't no rehabilitation for whores, man." "F**k nah." "You gone, man. I can't f**k wit' you, man." "I swear to heaven, my life, please?!!" "No, I can't, man!" "You changed the game, B." "I won't do it again!" "I can't f**k wit' you, man. You f**ked it up, man." "It just happened!" "Why?" "Yo, c'mon, dog." "Please, give me another chance!" "Aiiight, just hit me later on, man. Aiiight?"