Lyrics:
Boys steady bangin' on the block
Pushing that white cause I'm on that bedrock
Dirty AK and a .40 cal Glock
Do not claim affiliation or you getting
on the move
Demons run up, they get done up
I'm greeting em' with a
BOOM
I'm greeting em'
With a boom
4-0, it's a sweep
Somebody better grab that broom
I said,
Send fi liquor by Crait money up
Me money nuff me money nuff
Dial brawd day yuh nuh see nuh funny stuff
Maliantey a role wid the k how e guh
Brawling we
hip, hop, never will I stop
Protect and serve you like Robocop
Well my name is E in the place to be
I like to drink cold old, forties
Drink until
Bitch, when I'ma see you again?
If it's tooties, I got her a ten
E-Every bitch with me a ten out of ten (grrah)
Damn that shit too fun (fun)
Put
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski I doubt thee e would front
So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt
She was ready, I could see in her face
could fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids
And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights
He was afterward and hungry and when the tempter came to him he said
"If thou be the son of God
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I
mak 90 glock 40
Up a nevis got it so no diss r b no fuck win no body up a Craddock rd shot a
Connect inna face and a rip off e skn no fraid a nobody try
Yeah
Rey wit a E Sosa wit a 5
E5 E5
E5 E5
Everything litty yuheard
Yeah
Ye's on my feet
5 on my hat
No cap
I'm from the Bronx I don't know how to act
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
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40
We keep sticks in that bitch
Nigga talking stupid, we gon' bust him in his lip
40 talk him down, Imma snap him like a chip
I love you, TA
Bitch I'm
and you say that I'm crazy
But ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang baby
For one of forty-four ways
The motherfuckin' D-R-E is getting paid
Cause I fade,
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
of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
all, pose naked in the camisole (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You
Birthed the curse of seed deeds seen in reverse
No longer paired parents where their sons dared
To be scared by the drug D.A.R.E's
Menaces choosing guilt
Darling
Kur ti mërzitesh you know I'm the one that you be callin'
Me the që ti don gangstas, I'm the one I keep a forty
Kur zbrite në Miami ti e pe
Enemies go hate
Normal level
Day by day
I'm on a wavy level
Don't play with them
Dem ma act their evil
They really tried
But I'm a friend
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