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[Background:] (I Get Money) (Cassidy) [Hook: Cassidy] I... I Get It, I... I Get It, Yeah, I Run Philly I... I Get It, I... I Get It, Yeah, Yeahh, I Run Philly! All you niggas know I'm gettin tha bread Cause everything I spill I'll I'm kinda sick to my head And my grip so big even if it hit you fingertips You'd be dead but you get hit in your head p-lat Cause I ain't from tha city of suckas Philly is tha city of plenty of gun busters And I go by the name of tha hustler Imy life rough but I seen niggas with rougher I'm not a liar, kniever or bluffer I'm ballin but be in tha street just like tha rucker And this nothin new this what I do Then crossed over like skip to my lou And you can bet it all in a battle I never lost SongtexteBecause I was never soft I'm a preditor I set it off You know tha feds involved we sprayin tha letty volve And I'm marryin my gun I ain't callin tha weddin off Never ya'll and my fiance my gat you can say we been attached Since way way back it's like I can't stay away Every day I'm strapped they say tha mac go p-ling But tha k go p-lac when I was locked in tha cling you Was better off whatever I said it ya'll it ain't nothin to set it off And if it's beef it ain't nothin to let it off Big small short tall I'm like it's whatever ya'll I'm a boss I got cheddar to floss I don't look at tha price because whatever it cost I got it ya'll [Hook: Cassidy] I... I Get It, I... I Get It, Yeah, I Run Philly I... I Get It, I... I Get It, Yeah, Yeahh, I Run Philly! Ay yo I go by tha name of tha problem Aus Songtexte Mania