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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pa Salieu
Vocals
Curtis James
Drum Programming
Adrian Francis
Keyboards
Felix Joseph
Programming
Fanatix
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pa Salieu
Composer
Curtis James
Composer
Mark Waxkirsh
Composer
Adrian Francis
Composer
Sandy Bongwala Bombusa
Composer
Karl Daniel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis James
Recording Engineer
Adrian Francis
Recording Engineer
Felix Joseph
Executive Producer
AOD
Executive Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lexxx
Mixing Engineer
Fanatix
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Fantatix)
[Verse 2]
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats calling
Calling, they only wanted uh from me
See me right there, I'm with my family
In the middle of the streets with my family
Uh, big hand ting there for my family
Brik-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti my family
[Verse 3]
Buss up, buss up, ride for my killy, killy
No cap, buss a bell, make it ring like that
Have you ever seen a mad man giggle laughter
You done rolled up a bruddah like that?
You don't smoke like that
[Verse 4]
Ay, ay, who want what?
Big fat corn get caught in your melon
BRG, man a slap with a weapon
No vendetta, man slap where you step
[Verse 5]
Man warrin' all ah them roaches
I ain't that guy, man ah risin' torches
Oh, dem boy appalin'
Know my enemies, them fallin'
[Verse 6]
Ay, b-back up, brik-ki-ti on me
Kick back mad so we say its Vandaming
Oi, let up, we don't know about jammin'
Busy stairways, that's where I'm standing
[Verse 7]
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats calling
Calling, they only wanted uh from me
See me right there, I'm with my family
In the middle of the streets with my family
Uh, big hand ting there for my family
Uh, brik-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti my family, uh
[Verse 8]
Ay pé-lé-bow, that's how the gun sound
They're chattin' wass, they ain't took them rounds
Chitty-Chitty, Bang-Bang, four-door dinger
Ting go clap tryna hit them figures
Ghetto baby, grew up 'round them killers
See you full of spinners, never touch a civilian
'97 baby, king born a winner
No one realer, they ain't really diligent
[Verse 9]
Uh, I love that shit
Tap into my woof, let me hit that quick
What the fuh-duh-duh, don't call me again
You wasn't banged up with me in the cell
Tell my babes, off her wig
We're going to war, load up the bells
In the magazine
Make sure the brr-skrr's dirty not clean
We go clean up the streets
[Verse 10]
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats calling
Calling, they only wanted uh from me
See me right there, I'm with my family
In the middle of the streets with my family
Uh, big hand ting there for my family
Uh, brik-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti my family, uh
Written by: Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Karl Jairzhino Daniel, Mark Waxkirsh, Pa Salieu, Sandy Bongwala Bombusa