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von Pacewon

Watch out. Move back away from him. Is he dead? Passed
Out or something. Woo. Might be. Hah. Fuck. Yo, yo, yo, yo

Light a blunt, get drunk. P.A.C.E
Live entertainment replace TV
Made for the kids, the DJs, and fiends
Making y′all jam like freeways and streets

I keep it moving like Soul II Soul
Record label, my whole team going gold
Dumbing out, you run your mouth rapid
'Til I see your face and I slap it

Yo, I′m a wizard at this. Weave a spell—it's like magic
Turn that bully-boy into a faggot
Turn that pig cop that been jacking you right back to maggots
Turn this blue steel into plastic
Yo, I turn boogie into goodie, sit back and roll a fat one
Turn a vinyl record into platinum
Turn a real calm motherfucker to a thug that want action
I'm here to heal the sick—I′m like aspirin


Yo, I walk on water like the Savior
Pacewon! I declared war on the mayor
You know me, low-key
Sitting on my porch, getting high—I′m like Smokey
Chipped up celly, cussing out Sony ("Where the fuck is my check?")
Yo, I don't just live by reputation—I′m thugging
With a weapon, waiting to slug you
Love to treat me like Gotti when I come through

Run through aunts and uncles. I 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 ′cause your girl wanna, uh
You, you, you
Don't got as much money

You, you, you
Yo, what you want?


Yo, I always stay busy, keep the money crispy
Smoke out, back to back Phillies
Let′s go half. I got fifty
You fucking with a grizzly hippie
Make you feel jiggy

Make your girl wanna fuck, wanna cuddle up and kiss me
Licky-licky, trick me dizzy, silly
I don't need game—I just keep it on the really
Bust shots like a nine milli
This for my people in the Bricks, for my people out in Philly
Connecticut, New York City

Bad boy, see the "No Smoking" sign, still light a bliddy
Dance around like P. Diddy
Pretty motherfucker don't care, grab your kitty by the titty
She love it like Kim do Biggie, huh
Dig me. World move quickly
Killing off the weak and the sickly
Believe it or not, it′s like Ripley′s
Some niggas rap, some niggas flip ki's
Some bitches striptease, some work at Blimpie′s

Got a crush, hot and heavy on an emcee
And like Fat Joe, jealous ones envy

Pacewon. You wanna be like me
Carhartt cap on, new pair of Nikes
Virgo vibes, might pull a Pisces
Too close to Aries, turn out to be sheisty
Yo, I'm being watched by a strike team
Wanted by the Feds before the age of 19
Yo, yo, be careful standing by me
I′m tricky, might slip a Mickey in your ice cream
Yo, yo, yo, 'til my day come
Best regards, all of y′all. Pacewon

You, 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 'cause your girl wanna, uh
You, you, you
Don′t got as much money
You, you, you

Yo, what you want?