quilly - nelson mandela lyrics
[hook: quilly]
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
my n-gg-s’ ridin’ wit them pumps, i ain’t talkin’ inhalers
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
they say k!llas move in silence but snitches’ll tell you
[verse 1: quilly]
i come from the projects, labeled a failure
bullets’ll wet you, might need an umbrella
i’m gettin’ this money; word to my teller
you ridin’ my wave, i guess i’m the sailor
i think i’m the sh-t, especially when they can smell you
i spin that work just like (?) top of propellers
that buy me some ferro, then buy me some fendi
she screamin’ out “quilly!”, i’m pouring her remy
we eatin’ down frisco, she kool wit some wendy’s
we into (?) she kool wit some pennies
sour cigars, pills by the jar, i’m buying it soft
whippin’ it hard
you talkin’ to cops, you kool wit the guards
shaka my lawyer, i’m beatin the charge
nelson mandela, nelson mandela
my pockets filled wit dead presidents; nelson mandela
[hook: quilly]
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
my n-gg-s’ ridin’ wit them pumps, i ain’t talkin’ inhalers
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
they say k!llas move in silence but snitches’ll tell you
[verse 2: kur]
you ain’t know? i’m strapped from my waist down
this mac-10 make a motherf-ckin’ break dance
i’m in the hood wit the motherf-ckin’ apes now
got 2 magnums on me, one in my pocket
and the other magnum; that’s a tre pound
phil & reem got so many pints
they got uptown lookin’ like h-town
when it come to drip, we want hi-tech
when it come to guns, we want high points
we want big sh-t, wit .223s
that’ll have your body gettin’ disect
that’ll f-ck up organs; rip biceps
if it’s beef n-gg-, then let it digest
i’ll have 25 n-gg-s’ at your mom’s steps
wit .33 shots, ready for the combat
so what you want n-gg-? what you want n-gg-?
if you want beef, yeah that’s on the menu
take your b-tch, let her ride me good
then i give her back just like a f-ckin’ rental
sneak diss, i’ll bring my whole block
straight to your block like “what you tryna get into?”
i just want 1 big choppa, wit a 100 rounds
it could all be simple
“who the f-ck let this n-gg- in?
“i don’t know if he’s the hottest n-gg- out”
told lil “just give me bout a year”
and i’ma move his out down south
told coop if i ever get on
he’ll never ever see a drought
told dot he’d have some where to live
he ain’t gon’ have to sleep on that couch
[hook: quilly]
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
guns in the ceiling, c-ke in the cellar
they tried to lock me in that cell like nelson mandela
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
my n-gg-s’ ridin’ wit them pumps, i ain’t talkin’ inhalers
paraphernalia, paraphernalia
they say k!llas move in silence but snitches’ll tell you
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