Street Tax

[Intro: (Pharrell) & Boo-Bonic]
(Yo, from VA to PA) Just gimme the cue
(You gon' respect us, b)
Uh, yeah, this is it
(You know what I'm sayin')
Uh-huh (uh-uh-uh), this is it
(You gon' respect us, b)
Most Wanted, nigga
(You know)
PA to VA (We got love all around the fuckin' world)
(Fuckin' respect us, b, that's all I'm saying)
Yeah (Dickriding niggas, tell 'em what to do, Mister)
('Cause if you don't)
(I'ma find something hot) This is it, uh, yeah
(Something ran up in yo ass, nigga) Yo, ayo
(Bitch!)

[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
First of all I'm a T-H-U-G
Boo-Bonic 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 Greene, down in V.A. 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 in cars
Mad cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cooked four and a half and got a quarter back
You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
And did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil

[Verse 2: Malice]
I graduated from eight balls to blow thats cake size
Match me grand for grand and let's make these stakes rise
Maharaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives
While my fam rocks links and medallions that's plate size
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
Get your fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You fuckin' with grown men and y'all is young boys
Love double action, pack anything with loud noise
As we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys

[Hook]
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 ya 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 ya clique and that bullshit you been through

[Verse 3: Mr. Man]
I never hold back, I cock back and twist ya
I never been shot, motherfucka, 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 and chill shit out
I shoot 'till it jam and the 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

[Verse 4: Terrar]
Who the fuck wanna see us?
Chrome double barrel heaters
Motherfuckas better bow when they greet us
Red, green and black strapped on Gucci wife beaters
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters
Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz
Knee deep in crime, rhyme, in blow? My shoulders
What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers?
With Grandmothers and Aunts as primary holders
Wassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover
Cause we poppin' 'cross hand and christen your little brother
Eagle eye block strutters composed of Baby Mothers
How they chuckle at four key talk, we seen double

[Hook]
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 ya 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 ya 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 ya case and that bullshit you went through

[Outro: Mr. Man & Boo-Bonic (Pharrell)]
Nigga start snitching and only got a year in probation (Yeah)
Bitch ass niggas
(Most Wanted)
Clipse, Most Wanted, nigga (What)
(Clipse, Neptunes) Playa hate, Most Gunned, nigga
Lemme tell you dickriders something
Dickriders, put yo seatbelts on
Buckle up safely
Cause it's gon' be a long ride, nigga
Uh
(And you ain't comin' back, nigga)