New York
Yeah we G'ed up
Act up
Clap the back of your knees up
Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer
Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up
I want to rock now
Comply or get shot down
I know
You goin hire some cops now
Coca
Sun down to sun up
Kily Cartel use to be a runner
D Boy
Stamp bricks with smiley faces
Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres
Let's get it
Thank god for making crack raw
Now how you want it
The window or the chainsaw
Crack
Yeah I'm nice with the knife game
Ice pick change your life with one strife man
Too much rappin and we don't rat
We do it for them trap stars serving them packs
And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston
Joes a go when push comes to shootin'
The four four will loose more then just a tooth man
A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went
[Chorus:]
I think he said something
Bring 'em back to me
I let the chopper groove
And let the Mack boogie
You better think about it
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
I got no papers on all them guns
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run
Crack
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
You better think about
Boy you better think about it
[2nd Verse]
This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets
This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects
Man catch beef say my nigga I got this
Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit
I ain't playin'
I got big guns
My niggaz barely speak English
They'll lift son
The strip is mine
Naw, you ain't eatin' here
I run this shit
At least in some recent years
And y'all know who rep the streets most
Terror squad we put the E in East coast
So be easy like T I said
Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet
Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards
Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter
A minute ago you said you'd get at us
Now why you have to go talk like that
Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that
I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats
The oldest rule in the books
You should have brought them gats
[Chorus:]
[1st Verse] New York Yeah we G'ed up Act up Clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up I want to rock now Comply or get shot down I know You goin hire some cops now Coca Sun down to sun up Kily Cartel use to be a runner D Boy Stamp bricks with smiley faces Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres Let's get it Thank god for making crack raw Now how you want it The window or the chainsaw Crack Yeah I'm nice with the knife game Ice pick change your life with one strife man Too much rappin and we don't rat We do it for them trap stars serving them packs And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston Joes a go when push comes to shootin' The four four will loose more then just a tooth man A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went [Chorus:] I think he said something Bring 'em back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it I got no papers on all them guns So when I pull 'em out your ass best run Crack You better think about Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it [2nd Verse] This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects Man catch beef say my nigga I got this Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit I ain't playin' I got big guns My niggaz barely speak English They'll lift son The strip is mine Naw, you ain't eatin' here I run this shit At least in some recent years And y'all know who rep the streets most Terror squad we put the E in East coast So be easy like T I said Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet Or Chi Ali or any given clapper Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter A minute ago you said you'd get at us Now why you have to go talk like that Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats The oldest rule in the books You should have brought them gats [Chorus:] Explain Request ×
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