[Intro:] Get em up, get em up, get em up, get em up- [x2] Get em up, get em up- [Verse 1:] Get em up, put em up cause we back I'm back in my city so
me a G on everything I love And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha This game is jealousy, Don
it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this
we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze
Aint trying to get in your pants, we gone get someting to eat Look lil mama, your mind is what I'm after So I gotta ask ya Whacha love, whacha hate Oooh I gotta
type of event this is I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is Or how Sigel's so real, when you add on Amil This is much more than rap, it's black
just get at you I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you Let you know this is real true life, no battle [Chorus: Demoz] This is a gun ballad,
.] You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga Watch this Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block Get
a come on now as we proceed to give you what you need you kno i like it when your body goes [b2k:] bump bump bump [p diddy:] bad boy, b2k, yo o, talk
s time you get used to Tech You ain't gettin what you used to get, it's a new day Kickin the do' down, Y-2-K Whether you care to see it or care to believe
a.k.a DOMINO] Genuine Draft with the Gat Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart by connect with the level That I'ma bust to this nigga
out Caught you in the same house, bubblin Gain stealth in this game, I got to let my pain out To torch you, smoke herb to get this strain out We lost
hey, let me holla at you) C?mon c?mon c?mon (yo, stop runnin from me) [Cassidy] A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man, And yea, I?m talking wreckless but you gotta
Man cock that shit... Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man), oh that nigga think he sweet, (Yo pass that mac man) Yo not for nothin
Always give ya somethin that boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you
you wasn't statin them greenies you probably seen me I'm Murder a.k.a. Mr. Mussolini Yo Killa Cam you know my mellow my nigga Get on the mic and squeeze
scared of the repercussion after we squeeze You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at [Chorus
a lovely deal and I own my publishing' [Chorus] [Outro 1: Virginya Slim & Crooked I] Yeah, Red Bone... Queen, Virginia Slim, Miss Gail Gotti (This