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Schyeah! Stick em I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights
Verse 1:
Been brained in the pain since hotter than July My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh) like Hammer can't touch us, automatic workers No showstop always get in for the realer Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa I said "Y'all in?", never stood too tall like Mike outta motherfucker Off The Wall Me's cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass oppose Mr Tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt Been doin crimes, one time definite in '89 Can't stop it though, y'all gots pounds to push in the back of the *?Allenue York?*, Ducati Got em fly like birds, OK who got the pick-up? Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up Schyeah!
Chorus:
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late My crews pay dues with heavy weights And don't play hero you might get shot Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
Verse 2:
Watch out for the phonetap One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap Ain't nuttin happenin Best step back, the guns gone clap Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped In a minute, weight pushin '96 SS's and niggas bailin 'round with S's on their chests The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver Executor, Billy The Kid the straight shooter Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight My nigga Muggs got it sold like Chynna White This ain't the row, jack, situation's lookin grim B's like Tina out on a limb We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular Got styles's but still floss on burnt-out cellulars I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (BING!)
Chorus (x2)
Verse 3:
I push ya round like Mr Biggs stuffin a fire No TV screen keeps my access live Got the Glocks on ready to shake rumps like Teddy Keeps ya distance we be's the Gs that's deadly Keeps the Cristal chilled in my favourite cup Gots money to burn, no which way is up I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch You knows the business, it's paper, son Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run Better known as Chester who gets the cheesin Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin For the money I do's the evilest things Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends It don't stop to the break o' dawn Half ounce with the chronic, Dom Perrignon
Chorus (x2)
Outro:
Schyeah! (Ya best hit the ground) MC Eiht in the house one-two (Ya best hit the ground) My nigga Muggs in the house one-two (Don't play hero) Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah! (Heavy weights) Schyeah! '97 in the house, schyeah!
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late My crews pay dues with heavy weights And don't play hero you might get shot Cos you ain't got scrill...Muggs one time
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