speakers on blast, speakers on blast Speakers-Speakers on blast, speakers on blast So my speakers on blast, speakers on blast Speakers-Speakers on blast, speakers on blast So my speakers on blast, speakers on
speakers loud, As we can get them with the base and ...to put the track on... Call me... these women, ready for lifts up, so put my voice on blast! Mad
the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on
Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep
money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders
it's time to 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
which you teach To the youth on the streets today With the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin' I'm sweatin' heavy 'cos my face is on
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
'llest shit we wore those, marked money we tore those My whole team channelin' coke through urban portholes You livin' like meer immortals, your block's foreclosed We forty deep on
handle you Damn right, I'mma get that thang And I'mma put my name on it All night I'mma whip that thang Allstate better put a claim on it I claim my
it's God's plan [Big Tigger] Word, heard you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? [Busta
a club, a lub, a lub Bass lines in as anything fast Humpin' on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast
! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast
be, on it, (that asss) I be on it, I be on it, (that assss), I be on it I be, I be, on it (that ass) I be on it I be on it, (that ass) I be on it 1
and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh Well I'm dranking up on yak while I'm dippin' off in that 'lac
God He starin' at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit 'em I'm reachin' for my Roscoe, cocked it back on and get my blast on At the gas station
missed his ass Fast blast, I leave my cash 'Cause my dayz of livin' broke is all in tha past So I gotta keep my mind up on my money It's survival of
