Lyrics:
dubs
Bitch im
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate
the check s*it
G N P we up now b*tch
Rack up the money by thousands
Smokin that loud by the pound b*tch
Speakers knockin that’s my sound it’s
Earthquake my
They wanna come, can K-I- double- C-I-T
They be lovin' how Chachellino pop p's
So I get the flip and call my player partner, G
Tell him, swing by, hit
threw a check on every week by the week
And my bro in the trap tryna get rid of P’s
Know these n-ggas they hate cus they cannot compete
You can’t cop
[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh,
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them
bottles
In it with my thugs spendin' dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
Saw me in the club once shawty got a crush
dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo
And meet a lot of buss downs
Saw me in the club once
Shawty got a crush now
Don't got the time, got a line,
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
come on
Chilling in V.I.P. (V.I.P.)
Everyone looking at me (Looking at me)
Staying up till the clock strikes three (Strikes three)
Now everybody get
original, R.I.P. Dilla though
Kill a beat then it's dead, so, I bet he hear 'em though
This my superhero flow, but I never save a hoe
Lost my mind can't find
Big Dub never take a L
I don't fuck with Niggas they kiss and tell
Opponents mad cause I give them hell
Msosa name ringing bell
To show me love is
opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river jetties
56th Street so you know
what's
Whack rapper attack the deafer like Don's recipe
Sean P this one for King Kong
Act like you know yo they don't even know this
What you tell him
He
I was raised by the OGs with the packs wrist glowing
No matter what you selling dawg just keep the money flowing
Matter fact I use to sell the dog
Her loss, fuck it I'm on to the next
If I ain't bitch I feel like the best
Rolling weed up, lately I been feeling stressed
In a city surrounded by
Maybe cause I'm eating And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leaning on dubs
You ain't safe if you doubted me
Gotta squash relativity
Come out swinging I'm in beast mode
Na breh you ain't caging me
Dawg this really the intro
Victory, (victory), felony P.A.
(public announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
(victory), felony P.A.
(public announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago
Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some?
We need a Grammy for
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
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