Lyrics:
on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
see me act up
Love a bitch who got lip
Fillers and her ass done
Cap, what? Nigga, who? We about that action
Cedar or don, milk crate, G's in the pond
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
(ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets Motor City pave' (yes)
Your nervous system still
took it up a notch
And everything that was hot, for $5,000 we copped
Little Cease, I'd a cop, rock, all types of a satch
50 G's on the watch,
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch,
own personal message in that incident,
That experience and try to move forward
Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?
Before we start, lemme
the moshpit, we turning up and throwing shit
I don't got to say that I'm snapping, they already knowing it
The party ain't lit unless me and all my bros in it
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
"Welcome to Miami"
"Bienvenidos a Miami"
Bouncin' in the club where
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
"Welcome to Miami"
"Bienvenidos a Miami"
Bouncin' in the club where
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
you know bout it
I can't fuck that girl she got nobody
She be fucking with broke boys and nobodies
All my niggas some G's I don't know bout these
I
own personal message in that incident,
That experience and try to move forward
Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?
Before we start, lemme
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
shit
And where the feeling you can't
Pay for this shit
All my niggas pay for this shit
Cause we already rich and you
Know I'm the shit got fifty niggas
it's a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the
Party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
Get it teflon don,
Mami ven aqui, the party's over here!!
But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here!!
Get wit' us (why?)
We true ballers like the Sixers
We all
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