Street Tax Songtext
von Philly’s Most Wanted

Yo, from VA to PA, you gon′ respect us, B
You know what I'm saying?
You gon′ respect us, B
You got a lot of fuckin' men up here, nigga
Fuckin' respect us, B, that′s all I′m saying
'Cause if you don′t, then you gonna find something hot
Something brand up in your ass, nigga
Bitch


Yo, ayo, uh
First of all, I'm a T-H-U-G
Bubonic, nigga, who the fuck you be?
If you don′t really want this block, then move over
So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah
Caught a case down in Green, down in VA court
The game change every year like EA Sport′
You see how now they rock platinum, mad you got gold
My corner like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock and roll
Niggas mad 'cause the feds stay on me, 'cause they ain′t called
Mad ′cause I oversee the projects like A&R
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cook four and a half and got a quarter back
You played the tough guy role good, I oughta clap
And doin' a lot of rappin′ too, I shoulda bought a track
I had detectives combin' your rug, checkin′ for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil, nigga

I graduated from eight balls to blow that′s cake size
Mad dough, gram for gram, then let's make these stakes rise
Maharaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives
While my fam rocks links and medallions that's plate-sized
You up against the Clipse, believe there′s no chance
What you feel about hollows piercin′ through your throat glands?
See, I sweet talk the devil, take him on a slow dance
While your hardcore posse's is extras and road hands
Picture 50 deep, us rollin′ in convoys
We fuckin' with grown men and y′all is young boys
Love double action, black anything with loud noise
As we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys


If you ain′t got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don′t represent you
If you ain′t got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through
If you ain′t got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain′t got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain′t got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through

Yo, I never hold back, I cock back and twist ya
I never been shy, motherfucker, it's Mister
I scream, "Who coke? Who whip is that?"
I want the main coke source, not just the crack
I want the one who cook it up and make you push the pack
You don′t like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust back
And I never been the one to talk or chill shit out
I shoot ′til it jam and my clip don't spit out
You heard I′m 'bout to run in your house, you better get out
Mister take stacks and coke and sort shit out
Whoever don′t like it, wanna come, then come
And you smart-mouth niggas get popped with dum-dums

Who the fuck wanna see us?
Chrome double-barrel heaters
Motherfuckers better bow when they greet us
Red, green, and black strap on Gucci wife beaters
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters
Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz
Knee-deep in crime, rhyme, and blow, my shoulders
What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers
With grandmothers and aunts as primary holders?
What′s up, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover
'Cause we poppin′ cross hand and christen your little brother
Eagle Eye block strutters can pose to baby mothers
How they chuckle at four-key talk? We seen double

If you ain′t got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain′t got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain′t got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through
If you ain′t got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don′t represent you
If you ain′t got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck your clique and that bullshit you been through
If you ain′t got bitches, I don't represent you
If you ain′t got riches, I don't represent you
If y′all niggas snitches, I don't represent you
Fuck your case and that bullshit you went through

Niggas start snitchin' only got a year of probation
Bitch-ass niggas
Clipse, Most Wanted, nigga
Playa H, most gunning nigga
Let me tell you dick riders somethin′
Dick riders, put your seatbelts on
Buckle up for safety
′Cause it's gon′ be a long ride, nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh