Lyrics Q-Pac Intro - Quilly

Q-Pac Intro

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!}