Lyrics:
stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but
stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but
you see me n I ain't wiv my crew believe I'm on my ps n qs, even on my own 2 that's the difference between me and you (x2)
I h8 losin, so I'm agenst
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
can't see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i can't get tired of making hits
My b**** tha bomb i just bring the tick
If you ain't
(Intro)
Mmm mmm
I. t. s. c. h. e. l. a. a.
(Chorus)
I aint tryna play no more (x3) (momo nonono) (x2)
(V1)
I aint tryna play no more, im finna
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
Same crew now
It's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin'
They too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout
Hah, everybody knows I'm live (Candela)
Everybody knows I'm fire (Candela)
Go ahead and slip I'll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't
feel me
I'ma make a nigga envy
I'ma make them boys see my soul rollin' through the city
Live in the flesh J-U-EZ
Who That? You niggas, they know that I
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out
Then I'm out
To fuck hoes every day
[Knoc-Turn'al and Hittman]
[K]: I'm down
[H]: For thugs and prissy
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
[Chorus: x2]
It's the J you are A
Capital S another S I see
Five MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck
Hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop
happens when the industry be fucking with you
Knock em 1 by 1
And 2 by 2
Started rappin' from the bottom now I'm stunting with my crew
I Knock em 1 by 1
Mic check one two
Scope deh scene
As I roll thru
Can't roll with me
Isza whole crew
And you old to me
Buh I new to you
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Tryn' Fu*k
with these digits
Size 42 I be pinning
Let her call her crew,yeah we winning
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Hands in the air,yeah we
to the industry
We cannot be separated, even when deceased
Ten bad hoes in the walk in
Then gon' see the crew got the Stalkin' us
On my backend more bands
She gon
In the hood strong mother no father
Don't know where it came from, I think its from my mama
See I was chasing commas
Want a dollar? Gimme 2 back
Said
gettin'so light h....(faints)
Its another mc from the 313
Now this dude's bout to follow me
Bout to get smacked and wacked by a bat
I'd rather be
us
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
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