Lyrics:
grown man do, let's move
[Chorus: x2]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys and girls
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend
on the ave, where all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview
Leave you in the dust
yeah
I'm way up
I'm 2 up, i'm 3 up
I'm way up i'm high yeah
I wait just be patient cuz one day i'm gonna be something yeah
I wake up and flex on my ex
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
seem to fall on
I see you doing yo la thang then get yo ball on
Stuck inside a war zone, but it won't be too long
Nigga from the H I'm pouring drank
sweatin'
Like a dog ho and I need my
H2o Ima grab yo ass and tip
You good before the night is over
See, we gone like 30 bottles
Jungle juices goin' on
Ciroc,
the world's screwed sometimes
But I care, so don't cry tonight
I'll be by your side, through a thousand miles
You'll be alright
Yeah
You'll be alright
Yeah-h
got it im shinning
Verse 1
To late u got it
I stepped in the game on a mission
If I talk it I'm bout it I live it
If I c it I want it I get it
I done
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
crew, we are too H.O.T
For any crew out there or any M.C.
Rippin' up the be you want H.A.T.E
Jealousy won't get you nowhere, I'm H
It's the B the O the Y-L-E
The H the E-I-G-H-T
Now add the S that's East Los Angeles
Relax Kids Mescalito bout to handle this
The B the O the Y-L-E
WEST UP
LOVE ME FOR WHO I cM cND NOT FOR WHO I WcS
DON'T JUDGE ME
YOU SMELL ME
POP OUT WITH THEM 30'S SH**T GET UGLY (GLYYY)
B***H I'M FROM
respect these niggas
I'm a real motherfuckin' T-H-U-G original, hate to be a critic but yo' shit I ain't feelin' though
You niggas is elementary, I got
a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour cream, butter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on celery see we all be blowing loud
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move
[Chorus 2x: R. Kelly]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them
CHORUS
WHcT U GON DO
WHEN NOBODY SEE YO VIEW
WHcT U GON DO
WHEN YOU cINT GOT NO CREW
WHcT U GON DO
WHEN THc RUMORS cINT TRUE
WHcT YOU GON
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
us cause we wont fuck with you.
We just a regular everyday normal crew,
Once a month we get drunk and watch Terminator 2.
We just a regular everyday
influence
On pop culture
I supposed to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this
(What more can I say?)
influence
On pop culture
I supposed to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this
(What more can I say?)
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