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Aiyyo everybody hands up
Run yo' bling bling n***a boy stand up
It's E Dub whassup
Yeah I'm bouncin large amounts of cash we countin
That stand tall like mountains
To bring the drama it takes a second man
That's it
One wrong move Bring the Pain like Method Man
It's your boy
D**nit it's the Bandit new Hummer in transit
Twenty seven inches come standard
YO
This my people whether drivin the Benz the Pinto
Or the Regal the Range Rover the Beatle
Uh
I'm in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A Town
When I touch down amid grounds
Me and L Dub and Redman that's it mo'f**kah
You heard what I said man that's real
What the deal
It's E Dub pronounce it right
Eyes green like Kryptonite so good night
What y'all want Y'all want this
We give it to ya we future thugs
We up in yo' crib like we up in yo' club like
We up in yo' hood like we future thugs
Where n***az be thinkin the Cadillac's on 23's
B***h bring with the DVD's old school bucket seats
South Memphis to College P Decatur to N Y C
Top droppin that Benz 'til it came with the leather seat
Back up off my whip or I jump out and cause a tragedy
St Louis to Florida from N Y to Tennessee
Them boys ride 20's them n***az from the hay
Them boys flickin Bentleys Benz Lex and Escalades
Them boys ride clean twist and turnin in yo' face
With that chameleon paint fresh as
I pull up in a fo' fo' two with E Dub
With a convertible top on the Chevy we like what
Def Squad in this piece you want it we give it to ya
You don't want no trouble with me I might do ya
And tear the club up with E Dub and that n***a *bang*
Better respect my gangsta I stay with two Rugers
Yo I ain't a thug but I do thug things n***a so hold me down
Forty round caliber spitter that's how the shorty crown
Run with gordy hounds for 40 miles then ignore me now
Duck Motowns than Barry Gordy found sorry clown
Super future thug 12 shoe shoot you through the rug
James Bond watch on my arm tellin me who to truck
My God's my gun don't need him since cerebreal cock
Beat him size ammo three to five mammal we the Gods
That'll s**t on your turf that'll get in your skirt
I heard Alicia so my d**k give what a woman is worth
I make them n***az blow then hide 'em inside 'em
My noggin is strange when them dogs is ridin
Cause I'ma cheap f**ker street usher eat supper with
Pack of wolves that act a fool blood on they upper lip
Need a n***a I'm that n***a to call n***a to draw
Chainsaws to the brawl cuttin ya ligaments off