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

1:

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

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

2:

Watch out for the
One-time tryin ta get me for the wrap
nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns clap
Ya know how we do, the crew strapped
In a minute, wait, pushin '96
And bailin 'round with s's on their chests
The solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver
Executor, billy the kid the straight
Got it locked cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold chynna white
Best hit the road jack, situation's lookin
Be's tina out on a limb
We's niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got thousands but still on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we the whole fuckin show
And you see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya round mr biggs stuff in the five
No tv screen my access live
Got the on ready to shake rumps like teddy
Keeps ya distance we the gs that's deadly
the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no way is up
I hangs with the 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 chester who the cheesin
Everybody lay down I starts the squeezin
For the I do's the evilest things
my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop to the break o'
Half ounce with the chronic, dom

(x2)

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

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