| Song | Baldwin Brothers |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro | |
| (Majik Most) What, for real? | |
| (Celph Titeld) Yeah. | |
| (Majik Most) His skull? It just washed up on Clearwater Beach? | |
| (Celph Titeld) Yeah, no doubt. | |
| (Majik Most) Well, that’s what he gets. | |
| (Celph Titeld) Word up. | |
| (Majik Most) That’s what you get. | |
| (Celph Titeld) I tried to tell ‘em, ******g around with Tampa *************, *************t is no joke. That’s where the ************* I’m from man. | |
| (Majik Most) Yeah, it ain’t no joke. Check it out, I’m Majik Most and this is my mother ******g man, Celph Titled, we’re going to run this Tampa hip hop *************t like this. | |
| (Celph Titeld) What you know about that? | |
| (Majik Most) Leave you with a little deformed skull (what?), a human petting zoo (uhunh) mother ******, check it out (************* that) ay, yo, tell what your name is | |
| (Verse 1: Celph Titled) | |
| Celph Titled, the mother ******g OG killer | |
| Nobody can hold heat iller with this magnifik- millimeter | |
| We on the creep to meet ‘ya, | |
| Better hope that we won’t put the medal to chest like a stethoscope | |
| And Majik Most came through with rocket launchers | |
| Crazy *************t, dump your baby’s crib on Dale Mabry kid | |
| In five o’clock traffic, live on TV | |
| You’re going to see me with Bob Hite, gripping my glock tight | |
| (Verse 2: Majik Most) | |
| Deep from the depths of Tampa, Majik appears | |
| Everybody love me, ******g man of the year | |
| Mother ******s don’t fear, my man Celph’s here | |
| That’s why you’ve got a bazooka pointed at your ear | |
| Bombard your brain, like seeing a bondage flick with your mom in the chains | |
| I’ll put you in some flames, yeah mother ******, that’s more than a threat | |
| Ahh, too late, now you’re a charcoal briquette | |
| Chorus | |
| (Celph Titled) | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I’m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell and I don’t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ‘Pac. | |
| (Majik Most) | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I’m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just ****** your girl, now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ‘Pac. | |
| (Verse 3: Majik Most) | |
| Ay, yo catch me frequently freaking three chicks | |
| With me and Ronald Isley on the Magic Steam Remix | |
| Check the prefix, come on 8-1-3 | |
| Results in drastic measures, ******g with ************* Fletcher | |
| Doppler radar, channel eight cover up | |
| *************t got ****** up when his body bubbled up | |
| His corpse was found chained tied to an oil tanker | |
| Now I guess you can say he’s a real news anchor | |
| (Verse 4: Celph Titled) | |
| Yo, ************* 8 on your side, I got a 9 on my side | |
| That’s putting 16 slugs in your spine | |
| Act like a thug around me, you must be out your mind | |
| I’m straight from Hill*************orough, you must be outside the county line | |
| This is Tampa *************, mother ************* wherever you’re from | |
| We so crazy, doing drive-by stabbings with no guns | |
| End up in Bayfront, with trea******ents for eight lumps | |
| You rep New York down here, go back where you came from | |
| Chorus | |
| (Celph Titled) | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I’m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell | |
| And I don’t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ‘Pac. | |
| (Majik Most) | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I’m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just ****** your girl, | |
| Now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ‘Pac. | |
| (Verse 5: Celph Titled) | |
| You ************* protesters better duck when we deploy shots, you had a young man in your bed and called it a boycott. | |
| (Verse 6: Majik Most) | |
| Yo, to find an emcee that can spray in these ways is like finding Kirk Cameron on camera these days. | |
| (Verse 7: Celph Titled) | |
| And when the heat blaze, like fast food, we do it your way, serve you with two Big Macs, watch your chest get filled, hey! | |
| (Verse 8: Majik Most) | |
| And I’ll smack your head back, you’ll be wearing a suede hat with MTV News zooming in on that bruise. | |
| (Verse 9: Celph Titled) | |
| Who got more pimps? We putting C4 in seafood, serving y’all some real popcorn shrimp. | |
| (Verse 10: Majik Most) | |
| What? *************, you want to battle, come on, you’re from where? You’ll play like Rick Moranis and shrink you whole career. | |
| (Verse 11: Celph Titled) | |
| It’s like you’re near a swimming pool, cause you going to get wet and I’m the type to do a cannon ball right on your kids head. | |
| (Verse 12: Majik Most) | |
| I’ll put your girl in a leather mask with the zipper mouth in the sun, your grandma turned to leather when you left her out. | |
| (Outro) | |
| (Celph Titled) Hahahaha | |
| (Majik Most) I told you man, look at you now, look at you | |
| (Celph Titled) Yup, unhunh | |
| (Majik Most) You’re sad | |
| (Celph Titled) Sad as hell | |
| (Majik Most) You face melted off, where’s your face man? | |
| (Celph Titled) Look at that *************t | |
| (Majik Most) Yo, ******g with Tampa, that’s what happens | |
| (Celph Titled) You ****** up | |
| (Majik Most) That’s what you get | |
| (Celph Titled) Goddam right | |
| (Majik Most) And you got it | |
| (Celph Titled) Word up. We turn beef to minced meat out this mother ****** | |
| (Majik Most) Yo, what is that, his vertebrae? | |
| (Celph Titled) Yeah, I see a collar bone | |
| (Majik Most) No, no yo that’s a leg | |
| (Celph Titled) No, that’s a mother ******g fibula | |
| (Majik Most) Yo, I think I seen a skull | |
| (Celph Titled) Yeah, it still got some hair on it | |
| (Majik Most) Yo, what is that, a wing? | |
| (Celph Titled) Yeah Haha! |
| Intro | |
| Majik Most What, for real? | |
| Celph Titeld Yeah. | |
| Majik Most His skull? It just washed up on Clearwater Beach? | |
| Celph Titeld Yeah, no doubt. | |
| Majik Most Well, that' s what he gets. | |
| Celph Titeld Word up. | |
| Majik Most That' s what you get. | |
| Celph Titeld I tried to tell ' em, g around with Tampa , t is no joke. That' s where the I' m from man. | |
| Majik Most Yeah, it ain' t no joke. Check it out, I' m Majik Most and this is my mother g man, Celph Titled, we' re going to run this Tampa hip hop t like this. | |
| Celph Titeld What you know about that? | |
| Majik Most Leave you with a little deformed skull what?, a human petting zoo uhunh mother , check it out that ay, yo, tell what your name is | |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Celph Titled, the mother g OG killer | |
| Nobody can hold heat iller with this magnifik millimeter | |
| We on the creep to meet ' ya, | |
| Better hope that we won' t put the medal to chest like a stethoscope | |
| And Majik Most came through with rocket launchers | |
| Crazy t, dump your baby' s crib on Dale Mabry kid | |
| In five o' clock traffic, live on TV | |
| You' re going to see me with Bob Hite, gripping my glock tight | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| Deep from the depths of Tampa, Majik appears | |
| Everybody love me, g man of the year | |
| Mother s don' t fear, my man Celph' s here | |
| That' s why you' ve got a bazooka pointed at your ear | |
| Bombard your brain, like seeing a bondage flick with your mom in the chains | |
| I' ll put you in some flames, yeah mother , that' s more than a threat | |
| Ahh, too late, now you' re a charcoal briquette | |
| Chorus | |
| Celph Titled | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell and I don' t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Majik Most | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just your girl, now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Verse 3: Majik Most | |
| Ay, yo catch me frequently freaking three chicks | |
| With me and Ronald Isley on the Magic Steam Remix | |
| Check the prefix, come on 813 | |
| Results in drastic measures, g with Fletcher | |
| Doppler radar, channel eight cover up | |
| t got up when his body bubbled up | |
| His corpse was found chained tied to an oil tanker | |
| Now I guess you can say he' s a real news anchor | |
| Verse 4: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, 8 on your side, I got a 9 on my side | |
| That' s putting 16 slugs in your spine | |
| Act like a thug around me, you must be out your mind | |
| I' m straight from Hill orough, you must be outside the county line | |
| This is Tampa , mother wherever you' re from | |
| We so crazy, doing driveby stabbings with no guns | |
| End up in Bayfront, with trea ents for eight lumps | |
| You rep New York down here, go back where you came from | |
| Chorus | |
| Celph Titled | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell | |
| And I don' t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Majik Most | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just your girl, | |
| Now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Verse 5: Celph Titled | |
| You protesters better duck when we deploy shots, you had a young man in your bed and called it a boycott. | |
| Verse 6: Majik Most | |
| Yo, to find an emcee that can spray in these ways is like finding Kirk Cameron on camera these days. | |
| Verse 7: Celph Titled | |
| And when the heat blaze, like fast food, we do it your way, serve you with two Big Macs, watch your chest get filled, hey! | |
| Verse 8: Majik Most | |
| And I' ll smack your head back, you' ll be wearing a suede hat with MTV News zooming in on that bruise. | |
| Verse 9: Celph Titled | |
| Who got more pimps? We putting C4 in seafood, serving y' all some real popcorn shrimp. | |
| Verse 10: Majik Most | |
| What? , you want to battle, come on, you' re from where? You' ll play like Rick Moranis and shrink you whole career. | |
| Verse 11: Celph Titled | |
| It' s like you' re near a swimming pool, cause you going to get wet and I' m the type to do a cannon ball right on your kids head. | |
| Verse 12: Majik Most | |
| I' ll put your girl in a leather mask with the zipper mouth in the sun, your grandma turned to leather when you left her out. | |
| Outro | |
| Celph Titled Hahahaha | |
| Majik Most I told you man, look at you now, look at you | |
| Celph Titled Yup, unhunh | |
| Majik Most You' re sad | |
| Celph Titled Sad as hell | |
| Majik Most You face melted off, where' s your face man? | |
| Celph Titled Look at that t | |
| Majik Most Yo, g with Tampa, that' s what happens | |
| Celph Titled You up | |
| Majik Most That' s what you get | |
| Celph Titled Goddam right | |
| Majik Most And you got it | |
| Celph Titled Word up. We turn beef to minced meat out this mother | |
| Majik Most Yo, what is that, his vertebrae? | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, I see a collar bone | |
| Majik Most No, no yo that' s a leg | |
| Celph Titled No, that' s a mother g fibula | |
| Majik Most Yo, I think I seen a skull | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, it still got some hair on it | |
| Majik Most Yo, what is that, a wing? | |
| Celph Titled Yeah Haha! |
| Intro | |
| Majik Most What, for real? | |
| Celph Titeld Yeah. | |
| Majik Most His skull? It just washed up on Clearwater Beach? | |
| Celph Titeld Yeah, no doubt. | |
| Majik Most Well, that' s what he gets. | |
| Celph Titeld Word up. | |
| Majik Most That' s what you get. | |
| Celph Titeld I tried to tell ' em, g around with Tampa , t is no joke. That' s where the I' m from man. | |
| Majik Most Yeah, it ain' t no joke. Check it out, I' m Majik Most and this is my mother g man, Celph Titled, we' re going to run this Tampa hip hop t like this. | |
| Celph Titeld What you know about that? | |
| Majik Most Leave you with a little deformed skull what?, a human petting zoo uhunh mother , check it out that ay, yo, tell what your name is | |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Celph Titled, the mother g OG killer | |
| Nobody can hold heat iller with this magnifik millimeter | |
| We on the creep to meet ' ya, | |
| Better hope that we won' t put the medal to chest like a stethoscope | |
| And Majik Most came through with rocket launchers | |
| Crazy t, dump your baby' s crib on Dale Mabry kid | |
| In five o' clock traffic, live on TV | |
| You' re going to see me with Bob Hite, gripping my glock tight | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| Deep from the depths of Tampa, Majik appears | |
| Everybody love me, g man of the year | |
| Mother s don' t fear, my man Celph' s here | |
| That' s why you' ve got a bazooka pointed at your ear | |
| Bombard your brain, like seeing a bondage flick with your mom in the chains | |
| I' ll put you in some flames, yeah mother , that' s more than a threat | |
| Ahh, too late, now you' re a charcoal briquette | |
| Chorus | |
| Celph Titled | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell and I don' t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Majik Most | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just your girl, now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Verse 3: Majik Most | |
| Ay, yo catch me frequently freaking three chicks | |
| With me and Ronald Isley on the Magic Steam Remix | |
| Check the prefix, come on 813 | |
| Results in drastic measures, g with Fletcher | |
| Doppler radar, channel eight cover up | |
| t got up when his body bubbled up | |
| His corpse was found chained tied to an oil tanker | |
| Now I guess you can say he' s a real news anchor | |
| Verse 4: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, 8 on your side, I got a 9 on my side | |
| That' s putting 16 slugs in your spine | |
| Act like a thug around me, you must be out your mind | |
| I' m straight from Hill orough, you must be outside the county line | |
| This is Tampa , mother wherever you' re from | |
| We so crazy, doing driveby stabbings with no guns | |
| End up in Bayfront, with trea ents for eight lumps | |
| You rep New York down here, go back where you came from | |
| Chorus | |
| Celph Titled | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| Just came back from hell | |
| And I don' t walk with a limp. | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Celph you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Majik Most | |
| If you watch how I move, | |
| You damn right I' m a player and a pimp, | |
| I just your girl, | |
| Now she walk with a limp, | |
| In the hood in Tampa Bay they say Majik you hot, | |
| They like me, they should love me more then they love ' Pac. | |
| Verse 5: Celph Titled | |
| You protesters better duck when we deploy shots, you had a young man in your bed and called it a boycott. | |
| Verse 6: Majik Most | |
| Yo, to find an emcee that can spray in these ways is like finding Kirk Cameron on camera these days. | |
| Verse 7: Celph Titled | |
| And when the heat blaze, like fast food, we do it your way, serve you with two Big Macs, watch your chest get filled, hey! | |
| Verse 8: Majik Most | |
| And I' ll smack your head back, you' ll be wearing a suede hat with MTV News zooming in on that bruise. | |
| Verse 9: Celph Titled | |
| Who got more pimps? We putting C4 in seafood, serving y' all some real popcorn shrimp. | |
| Verse 10: Majik Most | |
| What? , you want to battle, come on, you' re from where? You' ll play like Rick Moranis and shrink you whole career. | |
| Verse 11: Celph Titled | |
| It' s like you' re near a swimming pool, cause you going to get wet and I' m the type to do a cannon ball right on your kids head. | |
| Verse 12: Majik Most | |
| I' ll put your girl in a leather mask with the zipper mouth in the sun, your grandma turned to leather when you left her out. | |
| Outro | |
| Celph Titled Hahahaha | |
| Majik Most I told you man, look at you now, look at you | |
| Celph Titled Yup, unhunh | |
| Majik Most You' re sad | |
| Celph Titled Sad as hell | |
| Majik Most You face melted off, where' s your face man? | |
| Celph Titled Look at that t | |
| Majik Most Yo, g with Tampa, that' s what happens | |
| Celph Titled You up | |
| Majik Most That' s what you get | |
| Celph Titled Goddam right | |
| Majik Most And you got it | |
| Celph Titled Word up. We turn beef to minced meat out this mother | |
| Majik Most Yo, what is that, his vertebrae? | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, I see a collar bone | |
| Majik Most No, no yo that' s a leg | |
| Celph Titled No, that' s a mother g fibula | |
| Majik Most Yo, I think I seen a skull | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, it still got some hair on it | |
| Majik Most Yo, what is that, a wing? | |
| Celph Titled Yeah Haha! |