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| 2:49 | ||||
Yeah, ay
Jeah Ay nigga If you at the light right now nigga And the nigga sweating you my nigga Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga Ya feel like ya look nigga Ya feel good nigga What's happening nigga? Let's get it, ay Ay, let's go <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter) They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers) I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight) Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah) Wake me up, this a sick dream (what) Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right) These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne) 12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah) A 757 jet (jet) He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah) niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah) That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah) I was saying Yeah before Usher (what) Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right) Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah) Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant) Real slow is how I drive past (what) Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it) I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes) Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes) You fucking with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) <i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah) This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what) Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay) Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp) In gats we trust (ay) niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us) Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah) Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris) You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid) I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish) <i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel) |
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| 3:35 | ||||
Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that Let's go! It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us Catch up, never that, this team never slack You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Ain't no slang like that east coast slang Them east coast boys hit the road wit the Switching lanes, snatch up your dame Drop 100 cash on the chain Still bring the pain wit them thangs And them hollows to the tizzop Coming to holla through haters blizzock You goddamn right so have that money right And we don't mess wit the funny type Fake ass pimps like Money Mike We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen And we ain't trying to see the law The system knocking, enforcers popping Trying to see a broad We trying to see them girls when It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up We double them tecs up, we silence the violence You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible] You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! |
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3. |
| 4:02 | ||||
Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise Ladies, grab a hand Step in 2's C. West, Gunnaz Know 112 is rockin' this Everybody groovin' They catch 'n' feel us Enter the buildin' See everybody choosin' I'm looking for somebody With a body that move it Think for them women But my hobby is my music Still I'm the coolest Wrist-wear stupid Glue it, you know you had it good When you lose it Don't miss your train, gotta brain Betta use it But don't abuse it Only if you knew it You could stay up in news Take you out the buck N let you coupe it Late fight We fuck until some cupid No whinin' and dinin' I hit it from behind and S. Carter the diamond I gotta part time it Baby father home wit the kids Couldn't time it She laid back blusha Rushin' for me to climb in And this about the only time we get So right after I hit Before Ch-ris split I said don't keep me waiting to long Come back soon You need love I need love too It was a college drop out 'Til a year out in Cali House of blues Right out the blue Already had it in my mind I'm rollin' out wit you I'm tellin' see She the one I'm pickin out the crew Yeah, nice lil' breezy We busted up balcony Watchin Kanyeezy They gotta nigga wheezy Yeah, tell the bartender Bring another round It's cool We can go through our act We outta town I'm kinda feelin' That she feelin' it too I'm tryna hit it Tryna figure What she willin' to do Yeah, I mow back a W Room 112 I love the way she smell She say it Varcenel We kiss, get a tell Spark up the L That cranberry juice Wit that good armedel And we can get into some lil activities And if it's good You can come back and visit me I said don't keep me waiting to long Come back soon You need love I need love too Fellas, grab your shoes Cars and cruise Ladies, grab a hand Step in two's Ladies, grab your L's Call up all of your girls Fellas, grab your wills See and Neef, 112, come on Now this goes out to all the girls Around the world Massages, menages Them back stage twirls Them bosses, them flosses Them Diamonds and the pearls Them sweats and the track nights Them pros and them hills You gotta use what you got, girl To get what you want Instead of givin' up that ass Daddy smokin' the blunt Come on and roll wit a playa Get away from them chumps You do both We hit more than once and don't front I said don't keep me waiting to long Come back soon You need love I need love too ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VANDROSS, LUTHER/MILLER, MARCUS/RIES, CHRIS/MUHAMMAD, HANIF <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, CHERRY LANE MUSIC PUB CO INC</i> |
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| 4:28 | ||||
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| 3:35 | ||||
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| 3:33 | ||||
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| 3:46 | ||||
8. |
| 3:21 | ||||
Yo, C hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this nigga Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down for the [Incomprehensible] Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New York Though I knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law All new heat niggas ain't down wit the broads I ain't tryin' lease, I'm puttin' down what it cost All you playa haters get lost I'm warnin' niggas, informin' niggas We can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Grab you four Teflons goin' [Incomprehensible] Shoot em' up, niggas is rugered up The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin' I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question Niggas will never ever get on our level Before you gettin' my cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up Yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out to be bastards Gotta walk down on them, 'cause them feinds ain't askin' That laser grip bullshit you might as well get rid of it [Incomprehensible] what I got I let it breathe a little bit Trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket Some cryin' other niggas was laughin' In my hood it ain't good, niggas get what they deserve That Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb All cause him and them had a couple words Now mom dukes lettin' off a couple birds Dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over no pies It's just some regular of guys Wanted dead or alive And in my hood they never ask that question why If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up You know we right back at 'em, tinted up on the caddy Bunch of pistol grips and I fullied the automaty Yeah and I can care less if they bag me Gotta hit 'em where it hurt, while she comin' out of church Ransom a hundred grand, it can get me what she worth For I put her to the earth and otherwise she murked Just another T-shirt, nigga lost in the sauce Next time you know better fuckin' with a boss They know we tear the place up, face fruity and the Jacob Play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up Call my ace up nigga pay him on his way up I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed Babies time to wake up somebody shootin' again Somebody losin' a friend over music again Happened before we'll do it again, you fuck around nigga If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up |
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9. |
| 3:11 | ||||
(verse 1:Young chris)
chea, yo ayo everybody name brand me I was same pants same top coke and hot dogs out the same pot since a buck I been packing weapons only strappin niggas doin when they sexin every head and his crew is yes man my music and my shootin perfected can't afford to lose I'm destin to hit that road collect and try to hop up out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up get locked up and they still with them coppers give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers giving them gas they need ox call the doctor raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe and that's the last time I'm a remind ya'll next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll (chorus) It's the life just livin it right shoot first and don't think twice and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya bout who draw the fastest casket or the ashes (Verse 2:Neef Buck) yo is lovely when your squeezin but ugly when you're recieving them and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room a gun like a lung you goin need more than one this for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock summer time blizzock winter time shizzop let the smokers run them in all they want is 3 for 10 give up that password before you get the f**k in before we get to buckin leave em where they stand at respect we demand that now tell me where them grams at stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him (chorus) (Verse 3:Pooda Brown) Ain't nuttin soft about me but niggas they doubt me so I'm a have to run through they alley pick bread off of they balcony then toss the gun nigga I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy but common sense plays a bigger part of me pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin (Mr.Brown)not bobby, or foxy, or nino it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin he not there dot on his head like he an indian it's training day nigga wake up early or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story (chorus 2x) |
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10. |
| 3:57 | ||||
(Young Chris talking)
G - I - F - I Get In Where You Fit In, baby You know, roll wit ya boyz Gunnaz!! (Young Chris) Honestly, my favorite type of gear a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear bang her from the rear baby girl dont care who there all i know she dont care who here thats what i love about her make the thugs bring the love up out em she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em They learn enough about 'em They get enough up out 'em Just like a nigga that soon she fuck give a fuck about em Thats my type, baby No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies i'll do tha wife, maybe maybe later when a player in his thirties man i cant afford these young'ns tryna play a nigga dirty have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he Not me i'm way a better cheat You know me better, b we just fuck em and duck em and leave em.. Chorus(2X) All night cant sleep too hurt to eat Thats the way it goes Thats the way it goes (Pooda Brown) See all my life i've been the type to keep a lil bitch Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits She like to touch my lips yea i like to touch her hips Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split Back to that block where i be I'm on her mind though I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though she wanna ride on the love train But love man, aint what i'm here for Thats not what i care for I'm in and out when i wanna Dont wanna one-a We could kick it in the winter but i'm cool in the summer I rather go through my act With them packie packies on her lap We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks Quality time, you outta ya mind you steppin over ya line i know that you fine, girl but all i do is fuck em and duck em pops told me dont trust em Every night is another one Pooda got em up.... Chorus(2x) (Neef) Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite She grippin the sheets tight i came when she came twice Oh you got the right one we sex till the sun come Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one And everything change that a chicken be naggin listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin 'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up.... Chorus(2x) Fade to end..... |
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| 4:00 | ||||
12. |
| 2:49 | ||||