Q-Pac Intro - Quilly

You can’t stop greatness nigga.

I’ma keep going

I’ma keep fuckin' shit up.

Q-Pac.

Ha, ahh…

I’m like Wine, I get greater with time, you gettin' old

At the end of the rainbow it’s a pot of gold

You can say whatever about me, I never told

Even if it wasn’t my work, I never told

Even if it wasn’t my gun, I never told

Quilly stand tall in them courts;

Manute Bol

You back biting and pillow talking, that’s for the hoes

At the table to the label, dropping load

Bagging up crack with gloves, I’m on parole

Cheesy breadsticks in my pockets;

Kaiser Roll

I sold just about everything except my soul

Kickin' bitches out like Martin, my heart cold

Got watch out for the pigs, the strip bacon

I’m good, got my five in;

assalamualaikum

Need my shot, derrick rose;

my bones aching

I’ma flex, stay with the tech, the game flagrant

Got weight, started with 8;

Troy Aikman

Omar Epps, Higher Learning, I stayed patient

Need a bitch to ball with me;

Sanaa Lathan

I give the brick a bowl cut, then I start shaving

Held it down like a Du-Rag, now bitches waving

I kept it too real, the fakes started fading

The streets ain’t for everybody, that’s why they made pavements

I’m just the most hated, I’m just your hoes' favorite

You get the rock and hold on to it;

pump faking

The 6 deuce ain’t got nothing on it, it’s butt naked

(DAMN!)

I’m in my hood everyday, same niggas', I ain’t change

Man I’m good round the way, yeah.

(Haines Street)

Heart full of ambition, I told them I would fuck it up

They ain’t listen (they ain’t believe it)

I got my eyes on the prize, yeah, kept it bean

The whole time, I ain’t lie, yeah (come on!)

(Verse 2: Quilly]

Things was fine when the sun would shine

But when the rain came then when the hoes would slide

Hittin' them counties, me, Reef, Tone and Stafh

I got it from the muscle, that’s why I’m bonafide

Whistle on me now, you left your chrome inside

The fam good, we never let them hoes divide

They for the whole team, we let them hoes decide

Patti LaBelle, man I really sold them pies

Your verse ain’t hot enough, your coke ain’t locking up

Put too much bake on it, wonder why they ain’t coppin' up

The D.A.

wanna box me up, I did the powerhouse on house arrest

They tried to lock me up

They rolled on me, took a dime and shot me up

I bounced back like cooked crack, I’m rocking up

I’m too street, they say I wasn’t pop enough

But every time they turn the radio on, I’m popping up

Baby make your money, never let it make you

Grind hard no matter how long it take you

Youngin' stay down, you can get this cake too

Living my movie, playing my role like in take 2 (ooouu)

Show love even if them niggas' hate you (yeah)

Show love even if them bitches hate you (nana)

If it ain’t break you, it made you (aww man)

It don’t matter what they doin', you remain you (come on!}