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Geyeah!
em
I said ya best hit the and don't be late
pay dues we heavy weights

1:

Been bringin' the since hotter than july
My crews do-or-die, insist to high
never fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like can't touch us, automatic ruckus
No short-stop always get it the realer
Constantly clock the billa
I said y'all ain't never too tall
Like gotta motherfucker off the wall
Needs cheese cos the rats got my pockets with
bitin on my dick like yo' ass suppose
Mr got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
doin crimes, one time gafflin Eiht and out
Can't stop it though, yo pounds to push
In the back of the New York to Cali
Got em fly like birds, ok who got the
it cool, one-time try to stick up
Geyeah!

Ya best hit the ground and don't be
My crews pay dues we weights
And don't play hero you might get
Cos you ain't got scrill the scrill we got

2:

Watch out for the
One-time tryin ta get me for the murder
nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns clap
Ya know how we do, the come strapped
In a minute, wait, pushin '96
And niggas bailin 'round with s's on chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, revolver
Executor, the kid the straight shooter
Got it locked down cos all the be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna
hit the road jack, situation's lookin grim
Be's tina out on a limb
We's pimp niggas, we make the on the regular
Got thousands but still on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin
And you can't see me go (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya round mr biggs stuff in the five
No tv screen keeps my live
Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps teddy
Keeps ya distance we the gs that's deadly
the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots to burn, no which way is up
I hangs the playas and rolls with the pimps
Keeps my grip, trust a bitch
You the business, it's paper, son
Gets the cash, be's a On The Run
Better known as who gets the cheesin
lay down when I starts the squeezin
For the money I the evilest things
my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It stop to the break o' dawn
Half ounce the chronic, dom perrignon

(x2)

Geyeah! (ya hit the ground)
Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya hit the ground)
My nigga muggs in the house (don't play hero)
Can't with the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) geeyeah!
'97 in the house, geyeah!

Ya best hit the ground and don't be
My pay dues we heavy weights
And don't play you might get shot
Cos you got scrill...muggs one time