Lyrics:
speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass
Who’s next spit it
Ayo it’s the young OG
Ayo Mcgrady
Let’em know what’s gonna happen
When tha West pays a visit
How tha West Coast is livin
Out here
to act a fool
The new no limit, we don't play by the rules
I came to party, not to clap tha game
To get tha see out of jail cause it's time to get paid
Up
a nigga in
The light than than wait til
Tha police come right than
And if you don't run you'll make it look
Right than god say i turned to kill he right
Maybe we blinded by the likuid
Forever it's super hard to see it
Fools they think that they are trippin'
When they go forward with who is with em
My
I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
Well, baby I'm leaning
By the fact that this is great big rollin' thin
Rollin' down the highway
It ain't comin' my way
And I'll disappear
Just like
Can't even lie
A gangsta bitch keep that same
Look in her eyes
On the same corner where they sling iron
It's kinda hard for me to follow
Go back and tie
we lived and died by it
Chorus
Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame
deep
Back it up yah he gon run but he ain't
Fast enough
My big brotha taught me tha hustle I
Started catching up
Big 40 halo tips got em backing up
14
boy
[Verse 1-DJ Paul:]
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back
could never drop by, you can never stop by
Cause you can never top i
I got to hold back now i'm out before your turf
Because i want it all like the nigger
a choice , they aint really have a voice, we just outchyea makin noise , grab tha bag and then dip, invest it all and get rich, our energy matching, except
got out
You become Pussy and soft
Where I'm from
Niggaz got shot everyday
But some are IIght
Driving by shooting on broad daylight
But back home
Shout My Nigga Skoot
Yea
This track was inspired by Vont
Shorty say she wanna see tha sights so we fly to Vermont
Heard some niggas dissin' on tha
Niggas always Speakin down but i know my Own worth
Slide by bounce out Have you posted like durk
Long-Live all tha homies D3 you Heard it first
God send
bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me want to keep her close by
Like a side kick
She tha type
We need somethin' to Bring Tha City Out
We need somethin' to Bring Tha City Out
We need somethin' to get it jumpin' spendin' money pullin' them
head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
see
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop oh oh oh
Oh mr
Trust
I thought that i could trust ya
Turn my back then you swoop in like a vulture
Seen tha signs but i didn’t wanna cut ya
Another heart that
Riverside, Palm Springs
Hollywood down to Pasadena
Frisco, Oakland down to the Marina
Sactown, San Jo back to Catalina
Ya gotta love it y'all,
Tha sunny
drowning now, let's make it rain on him
Cremation ground for him, go & get some wood for him
He should be dead by now, put photo frame on him
Report him
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