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feat. E-Wreks & Wiz Gam
Don't let nobody else in this bull....
*chorus*[All] (6-Nine)
see nothing but gangsters up in here (1,2)
I see nothing but ballers up in here (1,2)
I see nothing but dough stacks up in here(this mic on?)
I see nothing but flossers up in here
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
[Boy Backs]
We gonna bounce it up
Ya blings want war, we gonna blast it up
If ya think ya got bling, we gonna flash it up
RAM Squad and a virgin gonna stack it up
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
[Boy Backs]
We gonna bounce it up
Y'all blings want war, we gonna blast it up
If ya think yagot bling, we gonna flash it up
RAM Squad and a virgin gonna stack it up
[Tommy Hill]
Yo, I spent six million bars, had sixty-six cars
Got drunken over thirty-six bars
Been in six shoot-outs, seven busters
Fucked up, five clutches, stick shift
I can't fuck wit that
Had two rovers, had a land turned, dat over
Just lost two ounces, both to Jehova
I'm psyched tonight
I'm like hyped wit my c's spite
Bitches know we eating right, shorty say we look alike
The ice is real, my life is real
Thats when I fight for my deal, like a big faced bill.
I bleed for money, cuz my c's need money
Plus she loves me, MONEY IS MY BITCH!
Mad Joey, all these aristocrats wearing gold rollies
Up in fast cars, playing David Boey
Pop the cigars, rad B.M.'s and Jaguars
Cadillac, Black, my connection strict bars
[6-Nine]
Aaaaah yea!
*chorus*
[E-Wreks]
Hustlin hard, under the sun
Sun in sun
Put me on, throw me a ton
I fuck around, I owe you one
Shit ain't the same no more
Turn for the worst
Streets got beepers, fuck my cell phone and beeper
Keep away from the lime-light, get a grip
Get mind right, Fed's trying to indite
I'm like a dissapearing act
Wear is weared on the back
I ain't gotta floss for y'all, I boughts the ball
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
*chorus*
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea
[Boy Backs]
We gonna bounce it up
If ya blings want war, we gonna blast it up
If ya think ya bling, we gonna gonna flash it up
RAM Squad and a virgin gonna stack it up
[Suave]
Let me do my thing
Y'all don't know my name
As I bust through the string, its the same old thing
I'm just in the game, I know you wanna bling
And i got your number
[Boy Backs]
I'm in your face like Biggio
Backs on the stereo
When the vertical, yo, shit is critical
You raggedy, shaggedy, strict faggotty
See me at Atlanta, wit a rimmed out Caddy
And my arm swingin
No chains, still blingin
You niggers wrapped the booty
And short like flooty
I'm incognito
Famous like Minuto
Made the boudo
We like Popeye and Bluto
[Wiz Gam]
Wassup, like a pelagon
Rap phenomenon, King Kong, Swing ron
Cocked don, when I grind I got the mack-thing
Crap-thing for the stat-thing
Y'all wanna fuck wit us?
Picture me
Black on black, Caesar, ganster
Hater, wanna thank ya
Hot like a sank-ya
I got the mobs, the blocks to go with it
Thirty-Four for all, clearly, go get it
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
*chorus*
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
[Boy Backs]
We gonna bounce it up
If ya blings want war, we gonna blast it up
If ya think ya bling, we gonna flash it up
RAM Squad and a virgin gonna stack it up
[6-Nine]
Aaaah yea!
*chorus*
[6-nine]
Aaaah yea!
[Boy Backs]
We gonna bounce it up
If ya blings want war, we gonna blast it up
If ya think ya got bling,we gonna flash it up
RAM Squad and a virgin gonna stack it up
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