Intro:
Schyeah!
Stick em
I said ya best hit the ground and dont 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 cant touch us, automatic workers
No showstop always get in for the realer
Yall deadmeat, clock the dollar billa
I said "yall in? ", never stood too tall
Like mike outta motherfucker off the wall
Mes 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
Cant stop it though, yall 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 dont be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And dont play hero you might get shot
Cos you aint got scrill like the scrill we got
Verse 2:
Watch out for the phonetap
One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap
Aint nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns gone clap
Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped
In a minute, weight pushin 96 sss
And niggas bailin round with ss 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 aint the row, jack, situations lookin grim
Bs like tina out on a limb
Wes pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got styless but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
Im tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show
And you cant 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 bes the gs thats 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, dont trust a bitch
You knows the business, its 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 dos the evilest things
Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It dont 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 (dont play hero)
Cant fuck with the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) schyeah!
97 in the house, schyeah!
Ya best hit the ground and dont be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And dont play hero you might get shot
Cos you aint got scrill...muggs one time
