Lyrics:
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And got fucked like them dirty bitches up in Biscayne, you knahmsayin?
Chorus: First Platoon
M.I.A.M.I. it's do or die
Yo you won't survive up in
of me say her name Nicki
But she only answer when I say Barbie
We drunk off the remy
Getting high in the rarri
Met her on the mill by the safaree
Lead
too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it
If you
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
Dumb hot
Out on Sunset
Blowing kush
From the one time
You get a contact
Catch ya ass at the red light
Wanna run at 'em sideways in a Hellcat
Just know that I bounce back
(Ace Gotti with the bounce back, new whip it's a bounce back)
Told my chick never light pack
Cuz this a long ride
And if it
Just know that I bounce back
(Ace Gotti with the bounce back, new whip it's a bounce back)
Told my chick never light pack
Cuz this a long ride
And if it
Star of the show
Now it’s Lights Camera Action
I’m a homebody type, freak on the low
Love it when you watch me
Star of the show
Now it’s Lights Camera
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
at the pack worked hard with the big bro's .
Now I'm thinking bout the big shows,
money coming in tryna get it by the big loads.
Thinkin' bout six figs
throw up the semi on a nigga yeah!)
You 'gon make them boys dump
Leave you and your man slump
You 'gon make them boys dump
Show them with the right one
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ,
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ,
Watch it
Move back away from him
Is he dead?
[Sigh]
He passed out on the sofa
Whoa!
[Pacewon]
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Light a blunt, get pumped
P-A-see-E
Plug One, y'all)
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses
Sick of slang
Sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes
we blow treez
[Redman]
Hey yo move out, roll in
Haters out, hoes in
Walk in the club, low brim
Hanging out like clothes pins
I hustle flow/ do my
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
to the ocean breathe
Yo the grind never stops, see the devotion in me
We live and we die, we sleep and we wake
We smoke and we fuck and never show up late
Yo we
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