Lyrics:
Yeah, back again
Everybody wanna talk about who it is
Who's dropping in? Trouble in
The trench again
Gonna blow you away with these hit's I give
So
fall
She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When I'm walkin' on shaky ground
When it
roof
So I been chopping
Hit the ground running
Bullets flying past
He was a track star in high school but
Didn't last, nigga too bad
Shout gun brad
Who
a mistake now you must be erased
Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane
Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane
[Chorus:
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground
rainin' hund'eds all around your atmosphere
(It'd be easy) You can build a mansion sky high
'Til can't nobody see the roof when they drive by
But
around your atmosphere
(It'd be easy) You can build a mansion sky high
'Til can't nobody see the roof when they drive by
But death'll hit you like a drive
right
Running from my demons a ten-speed that's my bike
Till I hit the bottle
Yo pedal straight
I can't write
Damn looks like I hit the ground running
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
The harder I walk, the ground shall shake
Stomping, the harder I march, the ground will break
I am, groundbreaking, like an earthquake,
Yeah, I run this
[Featuring Fiend, Mystikal]
[Master P]
Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal.
You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.
And if anybody moves,
Im on a roll now babe, I'm trying keep it going
Just like the dice I'm hit my point yea Babe know I'm on it
Heater on like uh sauna , touch babe
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit
to create
Destiny is waitin' for you
Arms open, take with ya
Knowledge bestowed by the great giver
Lakes, rivers
Mountains and steams
Now reality's
played with
Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
the head of a snake
My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream
smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream
no telling what today gone bring
I hit my nigga Ed up im like Whats the deal homie ?
He said Headed to the hood bout To chill homie, bet that
A, I’m
Turn me up!
This for them project babies who had to eat them noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Raise by they granny or a single parent
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