Plug do Sudeste (feat. Juan & Young Doa) - BEL

Word to my son man I don't let them see the monster in me Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' break it down He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down "Hello" ("Dimelo?") "Papi where you at?" ("Mi camino") He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking Young niggas barely legal but they murking I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga working Riding four deep, on my way to Meek Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me? So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat Let him off the leash now it's time to feast Got McDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Philippe's Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me If this thing go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving him I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me Now we slidin' down the North, to 23rd and Berks Cause Papi he got that work Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk I just tell them "chill we gon' take him for what he worth" Load up the AK and the mothafucka MAC-11 Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing Hit up Boobie told him "meet me on 183rd" Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst Bang, Dade County niggas ain't a game We call them sticks missed calls they gon' let 'em ring SK's I gotta grind every month nigga My new shooter I ain't prayed in a month nigga Got the double, lit em all, you know I 'M' once Told them bring back all the paper in 10 tons See all the boys selling dope just a day job We dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy So papi how you want it? Body bag,?, keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the dope and cash? Paper right, on sight, thats just how it go Tell them how you want it papi Matalo! (Kill it)

800 dolla sweats suit And some mothafucking Timb boots I don't fuck with basic hoes they too simple Work a basic bitch like a pimp do Naw she ain selling ass, she driving with the gas Rolled a superman blunt, half cooked half hash Yo bitch love to ride with me because my car go really fast Left her now she feeling sad I'm too busy getting cash She said where the love at I said I don't love back Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at Fuck all dat picked up my phone, where my nigga cuz at Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the Rugrats Now I ain't got no job like Tommy off of Martin All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie 4a.m. she lurking in my hotel lobby Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably She told me that she got the sloppy I cooked that bitch like Hibachi Go to Magic City just to eat steak and broccoli They hating but can't stop me My side bitches wear [?] My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale Fifty p's of strong, in an empty apartment Got married to the streets and Fizzle was da best man Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend I told the plug we to death to us part Started running the place like Patrick Ewing and John Starks