The Plug

[Intro: Papi & (Meek Mill)] Hello (Yo) Meek que hay papi (What's good?) Shit, llego eso (Come on man) Veinte (Come on man, that ain't right) Quince (I'mma come holla at you in person, papi) Vamos donde tu estas yo voy pagado ahora (Meet me on the northside - 23rd and Berks, man) (I'mma be right here wit it) Dalé [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Word to my son man I don't let them see the monster in me Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' break it down He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down "Hello" ("Dimelo?") "Papi where you at?" ("En camino") He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking Young niggas barely legal but they murking I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga working [Interlude: Omelly & (Man)] Hey pap man, what's the deal man? It's Omelly, what's poppin? (What's up cool?) Ain't shit chillin. Ay but look tho, I got a sting for us (Get the fuck outta here! What's the score?) Omelly: 80 joints nigga (80 joints?!) Meek connect man (Get the fuck outta here. Papi?!) Yeah man, just bring the ladders man (Are you kidding me? Say no more man, I'm on my way) [Verse 2: Omelly] Riding four deep, on my way to Meek Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me? So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat Let him off the leash now it's time to feast Got McDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Philippe's Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me If this sting go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving him I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me Now we slidin' down the North, to 23rd and Berks Cause Papi he got that work Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk I just tell them "chill we gon' take him for what he worth" [Interlude: Papi & (Young Breed)] Yo, these fucking mama bichos. These fucking cocksuckers (What's up papi? Talk to me) They tryna set me up huh? (Who?) They tryna take my gold (Who?! Who want problems?!) Oh no papi. Not today I need you here (It's too easy) I have a ticket waiting for you in Miami International And Breed, one more thing...Dios me lo bendiga (I'm ready to eat baby. Let's get it) [Verse 3: Young Breed] Yeah, ay Load up the AK and the mothafucka MAC-11 Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing Hit up Boobie told him "meet me on 183rd" Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst Bang, Dade County niggas ain't a game We call them sticks missed calls they gon' let 'em ring SK's I gotta grind every month nigga My new shooter I ain't prayed in a month nigga Got the double, lit em all, you know I 'M' once Told them bring back all the paper in 10 tons See all the boys selling dope just a day job We dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy So papi how you want it? Body bag, Closed casket, keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the dope and cash? Paper right, on sight, thats just how it go Tell them how you want it papi, matalo! (Kill it) [Outro: Papi] I told these mama bichos not to fuck wit me Esto es Self Made 3 papa, and this is The Plug Griselda Blanco lives, Griselda Blanco lives