Lyrics:
on the line
I'd die for you but we were partners in the crime
Everything about you is so F-I-N-E, fine
Let's put our clothes back on
And by the way girl
Can't Understand my city's under siege
F-a-see-e-M-o-be screamin 'cause I mean it
Till these muthafuckas bury me
37-40 pull dat pistol packin
Gun
a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes, the ROC gets down, you
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
a key
Killing get you points but who you put on what make u G
No one told me these boys ain't 100%, they're 40%
I been solid, I been thorough, been
that had me clueless
I be rhymin' by myself, one deep, let's get into it
I'm like, no, wait, I don't love you, I just wanna fuck
Snuck my glizz inside
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
cool?"
"Are you tired of people
Being in your business?"
"Well, you need not worry again
Get some locs" "That's right, some locs"
"For the amazingly low
that?
[Raekwon]
Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got
grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
B-Legit man, E-40 dude
Del and Heiro got their start up under Cube
Love to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til Infinity is
[Chorus]
Well b**** n****z get you of the grind, n**** grab the nine and
Well fake n****z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
cruisin'
Them backwards E's a movement
We cruisin' through the 8-1-2
Stoppin' down in Haynies
In a 40 drinkin' 40s
We representin' Cheaney
Slidin' through
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
a glock
Don't feel pain molly pop
Imma keep going till I drop
Niggas be pussy whipped get controlled by a Bitch
it's like your bitch got the dick
Tic toc
on loud
E-E-Everything for that bitch and this what I get
No lie girl I wish you ain't left
You wasn't the best for me, Uh uh
Okay, but you better than them
the hate is on
I get the message faster than y'all
Step into my reppin' I
Keep my weapon revolved
I keep the problems resolved
I've been finessing these
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