Lyrics:
drunks run street lights
We colliding with life as we speak
We knee deep in coke, we key deep in ice
We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke
in
Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game
Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed
Black man, black hooded, moving through
'EM!
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM!
(Fuck the club, man!)
(I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!)
[Verse 2: Saukrates (Redman)]
Saukrates, all action,
(uh)
You keep buyin' all these rounds for me (aw man)
I know what you want from me (yeah)
I know what you want
[Chorus: x2]
Rollin out with me
man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two, and two and to the one
Cell block four, peace,
slabs by the halfs
[Chorus x 2]
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
gonna believe a bitch you never met, that's hardcore shit baby
Verse Two, I mean, ya'll lied to a nigga
I mean, that was foul shit you did, man
I
pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds
a good strong buck, now you're fucked!
But my Third Eye helps me see
that the Black Man's God and yo it ain't no mystery
[both] It ain't no
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
understand that she was looking for a man, ice
Pedal to the metal
Shit gettin' settled
Ridin' through the ghetto
Two more lights till' we get to the spot
coupes posted up in the front, two-hundred seats
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so Hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban
it's
Time to burp you, niggas
See, every day is a weekend, we spend
Money on the strong pack
You niggas is weaklin's
Catch me on one, two
Five
Is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone player
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been
hittin honies from the rear
Goin strong, lastin long, cause he drinkin a stout beer
We don't fear if your man blood boil
Cause we know a place with
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
who thought a
Young black man wasn't capable of the intellect
Of gainin' respect, without sellin' so check
I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice
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