Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Ludacris (Bone Crusher) - 4X]
Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Ludacris (Bone Crusher) - 4X]
Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Ludacris (Bone Crusher) - 4X]
Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
got ho's in different area codes
Shoutout to Ludacris I am not new to this
But I stay true to this
Shoutout to bitches with businesses
Shoutout to all
So I'm just sitting in this rehab class
Trying to get myself unhooked on ass
So then my teacher asked me a question
Like Ludacris are you over there
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
They be talking that nonsense it's Ludacris
Bout hit all of these threes like I'm vujacic
Bout to come through get all this money they getting real
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris & DMX]
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Bet
home and fucked up parole
Got some nasty ass bitches dancin' on a pole
Got some classy ass bitches who achieving goals
Get out of line with the clique,
Ludacris (Skrt skrt skrt)
Ooh, we had to go harder
20 my brother, we stay by the martyr
That pussy go crazy
Got me a bed, and you thought that you
the pussy nigga get back
They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that
You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk
It's
Yeah, I was gonna write some uh, like something like a Bop or something
But, I figured I'd just get back on this backpack rap
Woah, woah
You found me
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "fuck the world" [Repeat: x2]
[Ludacris]
Man
[Chorus x2]
[Ludacris]
Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir
I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir
Where the fuck you at when them
moments
But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up
And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been
times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ah, ah, what's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers
own hair out
Make ya body go flat, get the spares out
Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em back flip (that's right)
Cake mix, fingerlickin'-like
turn ya books to page 69 and start sucking
When Organized drop the tracks then start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed start fucking
You wanna be
get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by
your chick feeling moist
You coming softer than an ad in
The back of the Village Voice
You still a toy the cops is still the boys
They trying to get me
the way
[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay
[Ludacris]
You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe you
They ain't paid you shit you can drink some cold brew
and throw on them old shoes and jump in
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
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