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Geyeah!
em
I said ya hit the ground and don't be late
Crews pay dues we weights

1:

Been the pain since hotter than july
My do-or-die, insist to ride high
Clients fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like hammer can't touch us, automatic
No short-stop always get it the realer
Constantly the dollar billa
I said y'all ain't never too tall
Like mike gotta motherfucker off the
Needs cheese cos the got my pockets with holes
Keeps on my dick like yo' ass suppose
Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no
Been doin crimes, one gafflin Eiht and out
Can't it though, yo gots pounds to push
In the back of the alley New York to
Got em fly birds, ok who got the pick-up?
Keep it cool, one-time try to up
Geyeah!

Ya best hit the ground and be late
My crews pay we heavy weights
And play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill like the we got

2:

Watch out for the
One-time tryin ta get me for the murder
Ain't nuttin
Best step back, the guns gone
Ya know how we do, the crew strapped
In a minute, wait, pushin '96
And niggas bailin 'round with s's on chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome
Executor, billy the kid the shooter
Got it locked cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga got it sold like chynna white
Best hit the jack, situation's lookin grim
Be's like out on a limb
pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got thousands but floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the fuckin show
And you see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya like mr biggs stuff in the five
No tv keeps my access live
Got the on ready to shake rumps like teddy
ya distance we be's the gs that's deadly
Keeps the cristal in my favourite cup
money to burn, no which way is up
I hangs with the and rolls with the pimps
my grip, don't trust a bitch
You knows the business, paper, son
the cash, be's a Nigga On The Run
Better known as chester who gets the
Everybody lay down I starts the squeezin
For the money I the evilest things
Keeps my goin nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop to the break o'
Half ounce the chronic, dom perrignon

(x2)

Geyeah! (ya hit the ground)
Mc eiht in the house (ya best hit the ground)
My nigga muggs in the house (don't play hero)
Can't fuck the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) geeyeah!
'97 in the house, geyeah!

Ya hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay we heavy weights
And don't hero you might get shot
Cos you got scrill...muggs one time