getting money [money] and we on top and we still stuntin [stuntin] and we on da block and we On da block and we on deck ands its still shop.. yea we
the gorilla that's untamed, still off the chain Still spit it off the brain, I'm making em seeing my pain Ain't nothing changed, still a ape on the track
(feat. Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz) [Intro] 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... [Repeated several times] YEEEEEEEEEEAAA! [Chorus x2] We gon' hustle
killin, all about they fetti Heavy in this motherfuckin' game, say my name Everywhere we go, we always bring pain See me on the stage like a 12 gauge Still
choppers scream Havin trouble this evenin Leavin the scene not breathin Me and the Hot Boyz ride Cheif and gettin high Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz
3 for the (family) 4 for the, 5 for the 6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll [Layzie Bone:] Skull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz
..Too Much Too Much for Haters...Too Much for Players Too Much for Gators...Too Much for Papers Montreal...Too Much...Too Much..Too Much.. Too Much....We Still
a million from my nephew (Chorus) (Lil' Romeo) Still clubin the party aint over We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
't cuff in the club, I ain't officer ricky JH flashy, fly like a frisbee Tea Bagz the movement, ya'll still with me (I'm still here) The boy shake down
3rd street Nigga thats Walden And I dont hoop no mo But nigga Im still ballin I break a nigga jaw then Head out the whip circle Shop Boyz is not a game
half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel, where they still
That's Kool Write your number here's a pen That's Kool Still clubin the party aint over We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
I was just into my music Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers And the niggaz in the hood still
hats now Uncle Rock a wino, he won't put the 'gnac down Eric had the jump shop, but he's smokin' crack now The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is
3RD STREET NiGGA THAT'S WALDEN && i DON'T HOOP NO MO BUT NiGGA iM STiLL BALLiN i BREAK A NiGGA JAW THEN HEAD OUT THE WHiP CiRCLE SHOP BOYZ iS NOT A GAME
Totally Dude! I still party like a rockstar I still flying in my hot car I still see them girls at my show they come to see the shop boys I say you'll
fitted hats now Uncle Rock, a wino, he won't put the 'gnac down Eric had the jump shop but he's smokin' crack now The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks
a look into the gun, look at what we've become Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month Me and mommy still in the slump, why don'