Lyrics:
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
surface, get beneath the skin
Maybe I'm just searching for new complement
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin' you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride
up in the mix
If you get caught in a jam don't tell them shit
Stay one hundred never fold and never switch up
And make sure you riding for your
In the mix
My right hand
Ya lefty
That's it
Just us two
Til the end
U pilot it
I'll ride on time
Cuz we gotta shine
Go wit me
Cursing streets
You
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
outta dodge like I'm sponsored by a foreign
Screaming r.I.p my niggas, like Lauren
Never see my bag but I'm in traffic with it on me
catch me if you
uh chauffeur
Girlies wanna ride but dey gotta do the whole crew
Gang shit
Mix it wit the vodka then we lane switch
Turn dis shit a notch up, its
feeling good bitch don't kill my vibe
I had entered the darkness not for the rookies stay yo ass inside
Some of my niggas mix wit Fanta jolly ranchers in
When i hop and spit niggas think that i wrote it
But it's all off the head nigga know i be floating
Bro got the glock know that he tote it
You ride in
tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin' you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride
Made niggas way realer
Even on the monkey bars, nigga, I ain't play wit' 'em
By myself, all alone
By myself, I move zones
One deep wit' that heat
steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’,
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’
I Talk This Money Shit
You only get one life so nigga live it up
They can't hold a nigga down so i went and put my feelings up
Ride around town dark tint wit a glizzy
it shot up,
In a hot ride, wit a millameta,
Cannibus sintiva I blow in the challes,
You smoke mo than me,
Like the Cosby show nigga I
(This beat got a little bit of swag to it)
(Gotta let it ride out)
(This beat cocky)
We on tour
I ain't have shit since 96 I need more
Gotta mix
distant
I'm wit soldier guys and they ride so it's different
You was penny wise , I got size so I'm fixing
To energize the enterprise I'm really with
I flip it get paid let's ride
Chunk a deuce to the guys and I'm back to Southside
Cruisin wit a couple of pines
Trying hard as hell to make it back
Whether they like it or not
They'll break in your dough
Might break in your joe
They'll bring back a lot
If you bring them an O
But what you really ain't
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