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1. _ Intro
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2. _ Check It Out
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top....big rigga
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B-legit:
It ain't cell in this town that can hold
And fuck the task force cuz them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
Told me if i move that they was blastin
Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin
Who's the big balla, who supply your crew
Who got the big birdies in the box is it you?
I never said a word cuz nigga i don't do so
You fools got some question better ask the lawyer rouseau
Kurupt:
I'm so international
All about my cashional
18 million rational (speak mice)???
What you want fool dogg tell me what you need
'bout a couple pints of hennisse an eighth of weed
Seems time gettin shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, b-legit, and 40 water
Niggaz oughta
Get to swervin'
Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin'
E-40:
Squa, squa,squab music
Mobb music
Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music
The 213 the 41510
Pull a ho without a muthafuckin tug of war
40 water your playa patna
Ever since the womb
I been a tycoone
Actin up (actin up)
Actin tough (actin tough)
Actin bad with all kinds of guns and stuff
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From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga
Kurupt:
I got a half a ounce
And a 'four to bounce
Half a brick to flip
Large amount accounts
Live as a young nigga with loot don't count
Live as a young nigga with loot turned out
You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it
Flow like fluid
You's inlcuded
Pursue it
Subdue it
And run through it
Doin what i do is hard to maintain my composure
Ah man they came through with no douja
B-legit:
The muthfuckin county ain't no place for the savage
A cock hound dank smokin nigga 'bout his cabbage
But if i'm ever caught i'm a ride my shit
Divorce my broad
But nigga keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my momma backyard
Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards
They fucks wit my crew cuz they claim that we be trouble
Them niggaz from the v to the h-i double
I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there
Some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey k-1 rollin blunts at the crib
First i take a hit
Strolls like a pimp
The muthafuckin savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this timin ass balla
Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala
Let them pipes holla
I know i'm looking saucy
19 shots sittin next to my 40
Snatch my knot
Shake the spot and gets far
Bitch, i'm a muthafuckin rap star
X4
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga
E-40:
I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now i'm sitting kilograms
Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost cuz i'm highly spoken 'bout
Niggaz love me because i'm all about my paper route
I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shiiiit
For all i know they might decide to raid shiiiit
Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art
B-legit:
Now its going down am i living in the past
This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass
You either take me in or let's this timer go
Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know
I told you i'm a rapper
Love to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin game
Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
About kurupt, b-legit and 40 water
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From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga
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3. _ D-boy Blues
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4. _ Can My Nine Get Ate
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5. _ Don't Do It
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6. _ City 2 City
Levitti:
Would you come and swoop me
I'm in your city
Would you come and swoop me
I'm in your city
B-legit:
Get's my freak on...
I get my sneak on
Hop in the brome
Call baby on the cellular
Wassup i'm in your area
And is it cool tonight for you to like get away
Meet me down at the parking lot at safeway
But not alone
You might want to bring your friends
But make sho' you and her don't forget your ends
I can't wait to see the tatoo of your kitten
It's me and 'vitti in the night we city 2 city
Levitti:
I'm in your city
Would you come and swoop me
B-legit:
We checked in in the suite up in hollywood
And the bubble bath did your playa patna good
She brought lingerie, pumps, and body oil
Scented candles and rubbed on my love handles
I'm only in for one night
My flight'll be out in the morning
I better get it before i start snoring
She was already up on top
Goin' buck for the whip cream, cherries and nuts
Levitti:
That's why little sister loved to give it up
Two in the morning i was all in her
You know i had to be the creeper
She kept jockin i have the fever
I'm in your city
Would you come and swoop me
B-legit:
Five in the mornin' hit me with the wakeup call
Whole room smellin' just like alcohol
I had a ball
But now i gotta giddi y'all
I gotta a show in pine bluff arkansas
And i must say the stay was all gravy
And keep it like that 'till i get back baby
And maybe next time we can take it to the 'nitti
It's me and 'vitti in the night we city 2 city
Levitti:
I'm in your city
Would you come and swoop me
B-legit:
Yeah its like uh...me and my cousins hit the airport you know. just touched down tryin to get something
Crackin' you know. check into this motel doin' what we do
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7. _ My Flow Of Cash
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8. _ Gotta Buy Your Dope From Us
Little bruce:
I got now and later, bubble gum and sour candies
With a trunk load of cookies like amos and andy
Got the bud from hershey and mr. m&m
And me and willy wonka is old school friends
It's the american dream
On the triple beam
Little bruce got the bomb ass cookies and cream
And i'm servin' more kids than chuck e. cheese
And a german chocolate cake'll cost you 16 g's
B-legit:
It's the big time billa
Sucka side killa
Real about the fetti
No ben baby??
Got a truck load baby for the hillside ride
Bombbay all the way from the bay we slide
Through your hood
Gettin' off our goods
Fiendin' for a knot
We put it in the box
We got a brand new batch
And we put in the smash
Better get it 'cuz we sellin' out fast
Chorus:
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
If you wanna ball please
If you wanna stack cheese
You gotta buy dope from us
B-legit:
I got variety packs
Hits so fat
And that's platinum status
I'ma let you have it
It's on for a little bit or nathin' at all
I'm going wholesale
I needs mail from all
C-bo:
Suitcase full of g's
400sc
It's the candy man with all the cream
I put the candy on the triple beam
The ziplock baggies
Distributin' to the nation to have your whole crew cavied
Now fools want to blast me because i'm ballin'
'cuz got more cream than 31 flavors at baskin robbins
Slangin' thangs for 16 9 for half
Got ya flyin' to the westside to double up your cash
Little bruce:
I'm playin' chase with the feds
And got the da's pissed
They raided my spot
Shot both my pits'
While i was in atlanta smokin swisher sweets loungin'
Countin' hundred thousand in the lexus clowin'
Chorus
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
If you wanna ball please
If you wanna stack cheese
You gotta buy dope from us
Answering machine:
What's happening?
You reached sik wid it slash jive.
Leave your name and number at tone.
I'll get writ back at you.
Playa, we at the all-star game in san antonio.
You and bruce meet us here and don't to forget to bring it.
Little bruce:
I hit the all-star game with a thang my back pack
And on no train we rollin' nice ass cadillacs
The north star system on 100 spoke daytons
I smokes big with reider and gary payton
Behind the back door where ballers be livin'
Transactions on nation-wide television
C-bo:
I'm down to make cheese
Slangin' straight cream
In the land of milk and honey
On a mission about the money
Breakin' down in quarters
Saran wrappin' acorss the border
In my 500 ben behind the '96 explorer
B-legit:
I pull the keys out my pocket
And i started to g
Bo-loc back seat strapped down with heat
Track after track
Unit after unit
Runnin' straight through it
It ain't nothin' to it
It's kind of like me sprung out on doves
And when you buy dope you better but it from us
Chorus:
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
You gotta buy dope from us
If you wanna ball please
If you wanna stack cheese
You gotta buy dope from us
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9. _ Ghetto Smile
A young hog in the hood playin' chase
Smile on his face
Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place
And you don't wanna race
Fool i got the new ones on
And we can run from the corner to the newman's home
And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
And stick ball down where those bos be
Mom's got the door open bumpin' marvin gaye
Let's get it on all day everyday
At night i pray
Lord just let me make it
And if i die before i wake then my soul you take it
Never fake it
My older brother taught me game
And sometimes even let the young soldier hang
As a loc
My only duty was to soak
And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks
All friends i knew about it as a child
I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?
I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance
The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants
And my baby with me
Her momma used to babysit me
And back then she was just plain old pretty
But nowadays it seems that she done grown
Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long
Would i be wrong if i whisper and take her down
And maybe play housesitter with her like the pound
It's goin' down about now in the northern bay
The og's put it down and make they pay
Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids
The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs
And as i peep it thangs have got a little deeper
And everybody and their momma done bought a beeper
And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild
You know the scene it's the ghetto smile
At 18 i graduated and now i'm grown
About time for the dog to get his own bone
I left home got a condo out on quailridge
And like a king is how this young playa live
Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll
Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks
Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved
Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves
I love the hood so everyday i'm back to visit
And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it
And peep the game just as i did as a kid
And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid
And even though we fight we still remain game tight
Handle business and always open for fogiveness
It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile
So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile
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10. _ Neva Bite
Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do
You know
It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer
At the same time , 96 to the hard top brandy wine
Gettin' mine in a big fashion
11 pounds in the back of the volvo wagon
Money long like the perm on the superbad
And hella fools in the game is all what you had
Mail, the brew, it got me evil wit the 6
So i'm riding wit my peepers
I'm on the block and the new booties don't know me
Coming through buyin' 50 sacks from the homie
I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense
Peace sign cause they peep my gauge on the fence
Common sense if you niggas had a little of it
And didn't know me, your ass in the middle of it
You understand that i'm the man that'll bleed ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
Now you see, some of you niggas is in it for the glory
And not for the story
(b-legit)
Never bit the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
So we gone hang out these nuts and teach you new bucks how to ...
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
And at the same time crease your brain wit a heavy start to this game
(b-legit)
Never bit the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
Cause shit don't quit, we know the poplockin' mix 17 for the twix
It's for the scrilla, love to count the notes
Me and my folks landcruise to the boat then we all smoke
Vegas, on the sega we chopping game
And they tell me fool talkin bad on my name
Claim he the one that made a nigga all his paper
And if you quit than it ain't no b-legit
Heard the shit and i was quik to cut his ass off
Shit it did it first time that you took a loss
But i didn't matter fact, i let you breathe
But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve
I charge a high price, i said the shit was ice
Candy clean but i sold you a dream
And than you think i'm the one to get over on
Don't let me catch you comin' in and out a nigga's zone
Cause imma buck ya, fuck ya, i don't need ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
You lame motherfucker
Boy don't you know i got enough blow to make it snow
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
Cause snowwhite is the flavor they save up here neighbour
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
So don't you driwwle that swiwwle round here, nigga
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
And if ya thinkin' about breathin' imma keep feedin' and uuuh
(b-legit)
Never bit the hand that feed ya
Now i done been around the world once or twice
In every state i done seem to escape vice
Knock bitches and peel the head of a ...
And baby girl got a ass just like her mama
And what would it take to get your ass out to cali
Where niggas knock dubs off in the alley
A plane ticket, roundtrip to the bay
A rental car and a cool ass place to stay
Now where you lay, i consider that my under spot
So don't tell a soul cause i don't want it hot
The first year she got she was out makin' friends
And when she really need to be out makin' endz
A close folk, shit got cut short
So get your thangs, bitch you headed for the airport
And it's a shame i ain't even get a chance to spread ya
But you bit the hand that fed ya
(kaveo)
Bitch, how many niggas on my team can get ate
For a trip to the golden state
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
Hoe, it could be kosher, as long as my mail is in motion
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand that feed ya
(kaveo)
This ain't true to there so beware
Cause imma run ya till ya pay ya fare
(b-legit)
Never bite the hand thad feed ya
(kaveo)
And if you can't find yourself or loose yourself
On the next thang
Cause imma keep my composure and stay high on this dohja
Ain't no sweat of my back cause the tramp played her self like a batch
And if you think i ... imma show you what a mack look like
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11. _ For So Long
B-legit:
So much mail i can hardly spend it
Vs lumps in my rolex pendent
Shit been spending for the past ten years
Face done escaped all tatooed tears
I guess i can only thank the lord for that
'cuz shit was gettin' hectice tryin' to get my scratch
If it wasn't them one time penelopes
It was coward ass niggaz tryin' to take my g's
When i first started out i was broke as a bitch
Grew up in the slums wouldn't trade it for shit
'cuz the niggaz that was rich when i was poor
Is now on blow and comin' through buyin fat 2-0
See they spend it with me
But pretendin' to be
On the grind
Tryin' to get a stack like mine
But now i'm knowin'
Pockets growin'
And when it's snowin'
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Yo' nigga can't lie i was livin' it up
The rule of big pimpin' now my '70 cut'
I probably hit the park drinkin on bo's berry
Slammin' rick james 'cuz i'm in love with mary
You can't be scary if you want your scrill
Pack you steel
Nigga kill at will
Guard your grille
'cuz if you real
Then it's on
I'm talkin' so long
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Oh so long making my revi's
So many playas comin' up in the game
And everybody got a sack of rock cocaine
Mobb car drivin'
Condo livin'
And every fuckin' day was just like thanksgiving
The city where i'm from is getting so damn cold
Niggaz outta control
At 16 years old
Them young muthafuckas ain't givin' a fuck
They tryin' to get a buck
And get some hair on their nuts
The savage ass grind starting takin' my mind
A nigga came through with all new tec-9's
Semi-automatic with extended clips
A chopper every nigga down with my click
Neighborhood funkin'
Mail's on slow
It's barely comin' through
And all i'm sellin is o's
I ride high performance when it gets like this
Electric everything, racing cam and kits
I'm livin' on the edge but i'm lovin' the high
I'm either goin' down or i'm goin' die
Hot ones echo through the geto limp
Put the tip out the window let the ak spit
They just caught my homey with a pound of crack
Plus the other day they said he robbed a bank
A million dollar bail in his uncle's own
All charges got dropped cuz it's oh so long
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Oh so long making my revi's
My momma must have prayed real hard for me
'cuz i woke up in the mornin' wasn't slanging no d
I was on my way out to the church to see
If the lord could find a better way today for b
Read me some scriptures
Fed my soul
And i'll tell you like this i ain't slangin' no more
Your boys been blessed in so many ways
In the night and in the day and in his name i pray
Thanks for the lexus, jewels, and home
Even though i can't take 'em with me when i'm gone
But heaven is the place for legitimate b
So when you come and get your folks you comin' for me
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Oh so long making my revi's
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12. _ Get's Down Like That
B-legit:
I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?)
They can't stand to see me with it so i fakes no funk
No punk in my bloodline
Just killas and shit
Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch
It ain't easy being wealthy
Staying healthy
Knowing sucka muthufuckas they want to melt me
But i ain't ice cream, butter, or the cheddar cheese
You better peep the berreta of a nigga sleep
Big bone:
'cuz they be knowin' about the city that i'm comin out of
Check your shit
You might come up short of your hefty grip
We nightcrawlers straight underground
Jackin' you for your shit nigga
What you gonna do now?
When you see us niggas comin' through
Grab your bitch and your kids
We want 'em too
Yeah, 'cuz playaz come out when it's sunny
But when night time comes
Those playaz turn into gangstas and get they money
D-day: all the time i'm pumpin dope
For those who underestimate the propa shit
And won't quit until i accumulate the propa grip
So don't trip
As we get with these fools who thought they knew
From the gate
Keep it straight when fuckin' with my crew
'cuz i'll be going up out my way to keep this shit straight
Mobb down about the town like a pancake
Earthquake i'm shakin 'em up like my hurricane
Applying pressure whenever and it's a damn shame
Chorus(x2)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them sick wid' it niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
'cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that
D-day:
Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go
And where they gotta be
One more time i kick rhymes and they don't wanna see
Do rae me
Rippin' shit on this m-i-c
Down with two more muthafuckas
Who finna spit it see
Big bone: fuckin with this rap could be bubblelicous
Clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes
We spit the super fly raps
Makin' a bitch say shit
Who the fuck could it be
A-1 and b-legit
B-legit:
They got me twisted as hell
It seems i see some females
Some long ass weaves guess jeans and lee nails
But i can't tell
The corbel ain't got me brainy
Bitches all stuck to my paint 'cuz i'm candy
Hand me the muthafuckin' blunt ba-by
I do's a bird 35 down i-eigh-ty
I'm tryin' to get this bitch to the show now
Oh you know it go down
Fuckin with the t-nown bitch
Chorus(x2)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them sick wid' it niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
'cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that
Big bone:
I'm clowin' muthafuckas givin' 'em away
Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay
Tell the asian man i'm on my way
I need major hook
Niggas hog moggin'
Tryin' to keep the whole book
But it don't go down like that
I bring the heat
Leave a nigga relaxing in his front seat
Head back like he asleep
With the reak of a muddy lake
Caught a man code 3 bring the yellow tape
D-day:
As i get in where i fit in
Some funky ass shit
Down with niggas in my click
To let 'em know who they be fuckin' wit'
Got the shit locked down like up in sq
Comin' new in '96 is what you best do
I test 1,2 and then i straight run through
Up in the v-a double where you best come true
'cuz i'll be choppin' up on this game like a ginsu
And all you bitches and tricks know what a nigga like me into
B-legit:
Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em
I'll pour 'em out the window
And the task they found 'em
They try to get a nigga
But it's too much scratch
And fools from my camp get's down like that
Chorus(x4)
We spit the superfly shit
Makin' a bitch say hey
Them sick wid' it niggas get they cash money
We keep them pistols and gats
Down for peelin' them caps
'cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that
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13. _ N***** Get They Wig Split
B-legit:
Bitch i got beam like scotty
Leave you spotty
When i point this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi i drinks bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk
When i'm off that skunk punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs i throw
About to lay some shit down with celly cel and bo
From the garden blocc
Hillside got they glock
Mack 10's
Mobb shit'll neva end
I'm tryin' to have it all
So i ball 'till i'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control
C-bo:
I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga
That big nigga on the block
With glocks, rag tops
Cut thangs on them gold knocks
Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue lex'
And dump caps to your neck
Mobb shit
Bustaz all die
Leather trench
Brim and two nines
Costume of a killa
At your bed side holdin' on two millas
Uggh we bust them teks close range
Livin' estranged
Called insane
'cuz when it's on it's on site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit these
Get smothered with a half a key
Bitch
Celly cel:
Give me the ball and i'ma fill the lane like 'fenney
Hardaway 'cuz i'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when i'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla
Nigga realla than me
Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin out the windows dumpin'
And shakin' 'feds
So mind your own
Cross the line and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone
Fuckin' with this mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
C-bo:
Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door
And when they comes i dumps with both four-four's
Letin' 'em have it 'cuz i'm static
Dumpin the grass
Killed his ass
And then kneel down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped
Now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped
Suckin' on his own dick
Money talk
Bullshit walk
Fool this ain't no sunshine
Three killas
One garden blocc, two hillside
B-legit:
This shit's fucked and i am tag teamin' with the murder man
And that'll hurt a man
Niggaz doin' dirt and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my 'cut
We'll be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or what?
I got this gut feelin'
About to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him dead
A hundred g's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled
Celly cel:
Red rum is what i'm hummin' as i hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some chips at reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass c-notes
Made the hit
Got the scrilla
Gone without a trace
B behind the wheel
And bo loc cuffed to the briefcase
Yo' nigga cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail then i'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin'
These niggaz know we ain't no jokin'
Split up the tokens
And i'm back in the hood loccin'
Fuckin' with this mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
B-legit:
Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a buck but if i'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do bitch
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14. _ Rollin' Wit Hustlers
Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas
Only role with those hustlers
Never mess with no bustas
B-legit:
Addyup(?) cuz' they done fucked
Wit a nigga tryin' to get a buck
I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still
Beat the case off of dan vill (?)
Now i'm back for the overkill, hundred dollar bills
Stuffed in the duffel bag (duffel bag)
5 pounds in the back of the deuce rag
So harm could ya, would ya help the big fella'
Tell 'em how you about that scrilla
Harm:
It goes down like brandy
Peruvian, mother of pearl, caucasion white bitch
Dirty white girl, uncut raw like eddy
Sharp like a 'chete
Steady on the program
With missions to get fetti
And i'm ready
On the pedal heavy when i smash
The same muthafucka that hit the gas and dash
To the other side on the down low
'cuz i only deal with hustlers not bustas you know
Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas
Only role with those hustlers
Never mess with no bustas
B-legit:
And not too many get to ride with me
And you know how a punk ass bitch can be
A snitch to me
Heart pump on hundred
And probably ain't neva' gonna' have no money
Harm:
I know the same situations
But know the vocations to a brother that's lack
No muscles in your crack
What happened to all the days that you spent hustlin'
Now everytime i see ya' you be strugglin'
B-legit:
The batch betta have my cav
And keep the shit comin like the little big rabbit
Dag nabbit
I gotta have it to support
Can't come up short
So i'm still selling with the super sport
Harm:
I'm still independent
But in a minute i'ma be laughing
I got it straight from b-legit
Told me, harm you can have this
So i had to get to focus
Left fools all wet
No jokin' in this game that i play
And representin' with hustlers eryday
Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas
Only role with those hustlers
Never mess with no bustas
Harm:
A funkin we goin' go
In a carpice fo' door
Ready for war
Suspects get took
Playin' the wrong crooks
Legit, harm wit firearm
And you quiet like storm
B-legit:
In-fra-red
Niggaz fled from the street side
From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet side
Niggaz ride to blast wit no mass in the broad daylight
See i neva fuck with bustas at night
Harm:
Game tight
'cuz the game be thick
Gotta watch out who ya fuk wit
'cuz bustas die quick
So legezee
Would you let ya' playa pezee knezee
How it goes dezee in the tezee
B-legit:
For shezee
The savage moves chickens like a mexican
And i'm back to writin' bad ass checks again
Well check yo' chin
Bitch believe that
Stays nathin' but game so receive that
(x2)
Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas
Only role with those hustlers
Never mess with no bustas
Harm: (x4)
Only mess with huslters right
Now baby like to roll with me
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