Lyrics:
motherfucker who think this is
On the celly bumpin' Makaveli
I hold no grudge
You diss me, I diss you, love is love
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Yo, you got five seconds to get to the danceflo'
The roof about to blow, So So, let's go
Uh-huh-uh
Remix
All I see, over here ain't nothin' but
Featuring Twiztid
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Scale or the eye no there's never been a shortage
This dank's dense you can hear where it's falling
Twos this have your motherfucking skin crawling
Call
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
Hahaha
Then drive by
Then drive right back M54
It's the remix
Midlands stand up
I wanna see this one go crazy
Huh
Look
I just took this train from
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
this the remix
We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta
this the remix
We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta
Keep it crazy call me Joe we can role play
Now I don't normally do this but uh
Why don't we gon break em off with a lil preview of the remix
Back it up
stack chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give them to my crew
Send work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, this is what I do
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
gettin' ready to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin' backwards
Have everything goin' haywire
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
attack this
While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress
The fact is that you ought to know the half
My staff's better, we bag
The y-2-k celebration wasn't big in new york
Babylon live in new york, should I keep a crib in new york
Or just v.i., to handle my b.i.
When with my a-alikes
in New York, bloods and crips in New York
The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York
Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
family
That's my word
We gettin ready to turn this s*** to the two and three zeros
Ya know what I'm sayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards
Have
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
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