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

1:

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

Ya best hit the ground and don't be
My crews pay dues we weights
And don't hero you might 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
nuttin happenin
Best back, the guns gone clap
Ya know how we do, the crew come
In a minute, wait, pushin '96
And niggas bailin 'round with s's on their
The problem solver, uhh uhh, revolver
Executor, billy the kid the shooter
Got it locked cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold like 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 but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the fuckin show
And you see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya round like mr stuff in the five
No tv keeps my access live
Got the glocks on to shake rumps like teddy
Keeps ya we be's the gs that's deadly
the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots to burn, no which way is up
I hangs with the playas and 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 when I the squeezin
For the money I the evilest things
Keeps my goin nicely to the happy fiends
It stop to the break o' dawn
ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon

(x2)

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

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