pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped
gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track
get down I use a silencer, don't like the loud sound Off my mic blast, you better run fast The last punk that popped junk passed Spit on his grave, laughed, jumped
watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block Jump from
I got the magic in me Every time I touch that track It turns into gold Everybody knows I've got the magic in me When I hit the flow the girls come Snappin
Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back Hey, bet the DJ gon' bring this one back Hey, like the swagger mom bring on this track, hey Massive attack
coupe sped up, Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up, I'm Weezy F and the F is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Shit on the track
The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch Blazin that I'm so amazin on the tracks BITCH! (BOUNCE ON 'EM!) And I jump, and I skip And I hop,
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ya bro Don't mess with us, we like the you in the 80's Back to back set a trap, hit the lick, hit it back Hit the trick, jump the track Bitch, I want
, throw it in tha bag I can kill a sound And the shit will make you jump Jum, jum, jum, jum, jum Jum, jum, jum, jum, jum, jum I can smash a beat So the track
she can't be beat. She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine. She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides. These wheels are bound to jump the tracks
she can't get me She's temperamental, more a bitch than a machine She wasn't built to travel at the speed of the butterflies These wheels are bound to jump the tracks
Rag mama rag, I can't believe it's true Rag mama rag, what did you do? I crawled up to the railroad track Let the four nineteen scratch my back Shag
start to lose your mind Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice 'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin
Be what you want to be Long that you know Consequences are given for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell
change Then put a slash through his veins Bullies of the block we harass in the game With a sound that so hot it turn gas into flames Ya'll keep jumping