Don't Panic

rick ross:
can't panic
don't panic
they knockin
don't panic
it's them people
their penny-loafers
they searching people and searching sofas
oh lord
can't panic
don't panic
no time to plot it
no time to plan it
a hundred keys up in the alley
a hundred keys
up in the alley
meek mill:
30 racks of diesel
watching for them people
2 birds in the kitchen, 1 brick 1 desert eagle
if the cops rush in, better flush it
better pray to god they don't see you
cause them f-e-d-s boys
want to l-i-f- and e you
so don't panic, don't panic
if they grab you
don't panic
nigga dropping statements on the whole hood
they grabbed the nigga and he ramming
got them young boys like thirty years
still walking round and he standing
bet that would've been one of my niggas,
bet your homie would've died quicker,
my lawyer cost a hundred thou nigga
rats telling with no remorse
shoot at us, no reports
we shoot at them they going to court
fuck niggas want to go to war
just make sure you can stand it
and when them boys start rushing
nigga, just don't panic
rick ross:
don't panic
don't panic
they knockin
don't panic
it's them people
their penny-loafers
they searching people and searching sofas
oh lord, can't panic
don't panic
no time to plot it
no time to plan it
a hundred keys up in the alley
a hundred keys
up in the alley
oh lord
yo gotti:
ey what it do nigga
yeah
w.b. you know what i'm sayin now
pussy niggas panic
i can see they panties
rain, snow, or sleet, i'm in these streets and it's so organic
w.b. but no atlantic
play with me and i bet i'll handle it
thirty g's, twenty shows a month
that's too much to count and too much to manage
i'm on my dope boy shit, yeah my car's white
motherfuck a hater, i done lived a hard life
i'm swinging out my building, tryna raise my children
top got no ceiling, yo gotti nigga meek milli
counted my first million, that's when my whole life changed
i pledge allegiance to the streets that i never panic if them feds came
(shh)
so many things, money-bag in the bread game,
my partner and them is my partner and them
murder one or get gwop with them
yo gotti
rick ross:
don't panic
don't panic
they knockin
don't panic
it's them people
their penny-loafers
they searching people and searching sofas
oh lord, can't panic
don't panic
no time to plot it
no time to plan it
a hundred keys up in the alley
a hundred keys
up in the alley
oh lord