Lyrics:
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
Murder Inc thugged Out
Franchise funk Flex
Big Dawg Pitbulls!
Two suburbans and a fucking hearse!
Cause Funk Flex and NORE are
Killin' em out there!
That's what's Up
Aight
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe
dog god
Cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
Cause you will die when you crucify
Cause I gots frisco all sewed up
Pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin
Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin
[Hook]
Get, yo, hands... up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just stick them
Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you)
Un-der-stand,
my window, cause I gots the beat
I've seen a shadow pulling cattle from an early battle
I've seen this snake up in my shoe and all I heard was rattle
voy a ser un pitbull cuando la vida es tan perra (bang)
Keo getting bigger (what?)
Supported by the Narcos y los Killas (and those killers)
Look,
for?
How 'bout that, I'm paid as Oprah
Think I may have broke the scale
'Cause the wait is over
But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they say I almost
armen Verhältnissen
Mein Leben spiegelt sich im Messern
Egal, was ich zu wissen meinte, Gott wusste es besser
Ups und Downs wie beim Burpee, ich mach'
winners can't lose it, unless
Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!)
See a bad bitch like (Wooah!)
This whole damn city fuckin' go
But this is how the hood
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
Yea, it's been a long time coming man. What everybody's been waiting. Throw your hands up now.
Q
EVERYBODY IN THE FRONT OF THE CLUB (Throw your
go, let's go)
Feel me all my chicos, all my Jamaicans all my blacks, all my Haitians (put your hands up)
Feel me, cause they know I'm gunna run till
man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
But, my fist up, rock star sign
Guitars just broke, in my mind
Was packing up, I might get by
Talking bout luck, on my side oh
Take a walk in my
promise you coulda be di baddest
Da left hand ya never miss
All dem a bend up dem face
Mi see say dem a poppy show
Put dem to di test
Cah mi know none
Langda nai din tenu vekhe bin day by day Munda bank karda
Lakk lakk lakk tera jump karda mundeya de dil billo pump karda
Nikale tu gharo jado dolled up
without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white
Been overlooked, been slept on
Been started but I just keep going
Been up, been down
Payed dues, earned stripes
Been in lawsuits, welcome to my
Now if you want to party wit me
then get ya hands up like a robbery
Put ya hands up, ladies put ya hands up
get ya hands up, fellas get ya hands up
Hand wrapped in the cloth to stop the blood from passing
After sat in the sheets washed in cold water
Gulp swallow
Pitbull
I outta follow
Hold me up
flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans
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