Lyrics:
the reign that'll conjure the dust
You powered by VA but you just ain't us
Ain't no fuss
Ain't nothing to discuss
I was the 1st one to put you in regular
And they wonder why you can't trust these serpents out here
Green...
Always fucking green...
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by
could care less about my Christmas list
Missing you here
Is already a Miss
I throw a fit but
You probably right
You by side is jolliest the Vibe
Check out
Timbaland out of VA
In a quest to redeem his title (nah, we gonna blow this up)
And bring North Carolina and Virginia to the front of the line (ayo)
(Yo,
Aye, yeah, aye shawty with the blue
Lauren Crews, girl you know it's true
We be out till two
Just to check her on that view (yeah)
Hit em with
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
play us for weak
Okay, I been up for some days
I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts
I tried all kind of things
If I take you
peacefulness, vibes
In our release for our hood and it's like
All we need is something to keep us going now
(Check it out)
Ti-time to do your job, yeah
Time to do
(Run it up)
I get the check and then I run it up
(Run it up) you can't talk to me
'cause you don't fuck with us
You perked off the Molly and them Xans
came to protest so I can stay blessed
America overseeing what they can find out
Keeping us in check so they're not filled with doubt
So we'll scream
like gimme more
We was posted by the liquor store
Hiding work up in the dresser draw
We them niggaz they been checkin for
And she been on it better check
tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I
Gotta get us out,
Niggas die for clout
If you from VA then you know what I'm talkin' bout
Phoney ass niggas will support you, then slime you out
Rather
the city holds us down and leaves us with these hopeless faces
Blank stare at a blank check
Tryna fill it out but our pockets ain't correct
Gotta reach
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
calibil breeze
You want to get involved
Better grip on tight
Take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike
[Rampage]
Check it out
I got
up
Now run it up, yeah
I get the check
And then run it up
I move with finesse
When I run it up
Got the bolt on my chest
How I run it up
Yea, I get
lil nigga
Serv sumthin (Get the loaf)
Serv sumthin lil nigga
Serv sumthin
If it aint about that check
Then it ain't about shit
If it aint about that
way up, way up, way up
Can't believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell' em pay up
Its all business ain't no favors
I'm so way up, way up,
God is great God is good keep the devil out the hood
Clear my head keep us fed she gon' help us get this bread
She gon' help us get this bread
Clear
the Bronx!)
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take
off with no heat check AYE
This that Banner smash no radiation
Lob it up no Gary Payton
GREEN SHIT!
When yall keep us waiting
Apologize for our lack
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
right here.
Glad y'all could make it.
[Voices of approval from the Reepz]
Verse One:
TL:My niggaz, check this shit out, I just
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