Lyrics:
Seen leaving Las Vegas
With a pick up truck, diamond
forty large, and beautiful wife piece
Than what he came with
Itched to get rich found nickels in
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
a black suburban (come on)
We rollin windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain
Get
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes, the ROC gets down, you
that had me clueless
I be rhymin' by myself, one deep, let's get into it
I'm like, no, wait, I don't love you, I just wanna fuck
Snuck my glizz inside
a key
Killing get you points but who you put on what make u G
No one told me these boys ain't 100%, they're 40%
I been solid, I been thorough, been
on the line
I'd die for you but we were partners in the crime
Everything about you is so F-I-N-E, fine
Let's put our clothes back on
And by the way girl
cool?"
"Are you tired of people
Being in your business?"
"Well, you need not worry again
Get some locs" "That's right, some locs"
"For the amazingly low
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
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
that?
[Raekwon]
Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got
[Chorus]
Well b**** n****z get you of the grind, n**** grab the nine and
Well fake n****z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
B-Legit man, E-40 dude
Del and Heiro got their start up under Cube
Love to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til Infinity is
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
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
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
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