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Geyeah!
em
I said ya best hit the ground and be late
Crews pay we heavy weights

1:

Been bringin' the pain since than july
My do-or-die, insist to ride high
Clients fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like hammer can't touch us, ruckus
No short-stop get it from the realer
Constantly clock the dollar
I said y'all never stood too tall
Like mike gotta 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 time gafflin and out
Can't stop it though, yo gots pounds to
In the back of the New York to Cali
Got em fly birds, ok who got the pick-up?
Keep it cool, try to stick up
Geyeah!

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

2:

Watch out for the
One-time tryin ta get me for the wrap
Ain't happenin
Best step back, the guns clap
Ya how we do, the crew come strapped
In a minute, wait, '96 ss's
And bailin 'round with s's on their chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome
Executor, billy the kid the straight
Got it down 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 pimp niggas, we the paper on the regular
Got thousands but floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm ya we runs the whole fuckin show
And you can't see me go (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya like mr biggs stuff in the five
No tv screen keeps my live
Got the on ready to shake rumps like teddy
Keeps ya distance we be's the gs that's
Keeps the cristal in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no way is up
I with the playas and rolls with the pimps
Keeps my grip, don't 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
Everybody lay down when I the squeezin
For the money I the evilest things
Keeps my work goin nicely to the fiends
It stop to the break o' dawn
Half with 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 one-two (don't play hero)
fuck with the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) geeyeah!
'97 in the house, geyeah!

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