Dub City x2

Uh, yeah (Drop that bitch) I pull up in a bullet proof 1500 Five bank accounts cause the money keep coming We started off broke turned nothing into something Now we sell out shows and all the homies jumping, uh We ain't stopping till we gas out get the cash out Put the whole squad on my back time to max out Honeys sing along to our songs till they pass out Lil man speaking on my name get the gats out Nah chill son we ain't on that villain shit This music really do something get our little dividend I'm living in a new era, so clever 90's baby forever, no better I'm a Dangerous MC rest in peace to Biggie Poppa You suckers can't compete I'm in the street like Jimmy Hoffa So thank me proper, I'm getting sharper as I prosper Putting Flava In Ya Ear like B.I.G. Mack not a Whopper Dub City Dub City Everybody fucking with me I'm in these motherfucking streets Yeah, Believe me, it's on me Welcome to the Dub where we get down Nothing but a dollar and a dream to invest now Used to drive cars that were half of my rent now Might just fuck around and drop a stack on a penthouse I'm so Westside loced out, half the homies coked out Lil cousins smoke now, Bitch what you know about The TPL it's like they're raising us for jail Ain't no money for the bail if you in and out the cell But your homies living well cause they pushing packs to sell The same dope that put you in ain't gon' take you out this hell I'm putting money in these blocks by putting money in these shops Same people I'm investing in are coming back listening I would swear to god that I am making it But I'm the only one with this last name that is an Atheist I would still grab the mic and start preaching Have everybody in this bitch hands up screaming Dub City Dub City Everybody fucking with me I'm in these motherfucking streets Yeah, Believe me, it's on me Dub City Dub City Everybody fucking with me I'm in these motherfucking streets Yeah, Believe me, it's on me