Lyrics:
money, it's now not later and I bet you gon' pay it off
With that money me and my team, we hit the playoffs
I don't do no day off
With that money me
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
pressure
It's clear none of these teams can't catch up,
Bless up (Haa)
Stay fresh to death, ain't no flex
So if you trying to connect
We gon' put you
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
a hustle
With a blindfold tryin' to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong
I'ma call it how I see it, don't
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
Whole team win like Wu Tang
Baby if you play your cards right by the end of the night we can kick it like Liu Kang
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
She never seen a sauce like this
Seen a vibe like this
Shawty on my team huh
Full Moon on a night like this
When the moonlight hit
Kinda feel like
damn braces
No pictures takin', we just savin' shawty faces For Real, cause the whole team gettin
Loaded like some damn cases I stay loaded like
Mm, what a world, youngin
Uh, look
Okay, let's rock and roll
Same young nigga was broke, stealing out of stores
Not no more, G 'cross
the cemetery
Juveniles runnin' wild back in Rikers Isle
Makin' motherfucker bleed when they
Grip the crowd show no mercy or be dead now
The Game is funny so you
[Announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome for your half time viewing pleasure from Kansas city, Missouri
The strange league drill team
Steady Guala chasing everyday
Fck all em bitches I don't need your shit now
Guala on my mind and in my vein
All my team so lit you gon think we
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
shows his spirit
Yeah the potion
Drink the ocean
On a wave
No commotion
With the boys
With the teams
Yeah it's lit
What you mean
I don't know
You know me
Eish!
We could be the perfect team
The best thing about a dream
Is when you make it real
We could be the perfect team
The best thing about a dream
Is
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
on do I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walking out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk I know she ain't got no walls
and cats
By a cardboard box where the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
the elevator
Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save 'em
Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off
, we don't sippin' lean
Only smokin' rockets
Oh yeah, that's my team
Yeah, that's my team
Spitfire logo on my tee
No money for Gucci or Lui V
No, we
Y'all gon' lose, Team two better
No matter the weather, when it comes, y'all gonna lose
Teams one and three
I'm sorry dude
Sorry dude, heh
When I'm
all I had was a hustle
With a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong, I'm a call
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