feeling like I could die You stay up all night to be by my side... You stay up all night We all get a little fucked up sometimes You stay up all night
I'm rollin' up in a big grey bus And I'm shackled down myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived some sucker got hit Shanked ten times behind some
head Secondly, it's all good when niggaz talk, well they need to back it up Only needles I use is when I tat-tat-tat it up [Big Tigger (Busta)] Uhh,
up my benjamins, I'm caked up with dividends/ I wake up my presidents, I ball out, that's evident/ My money don't RIP, we hit streets and stay relevant
'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead And even though we know niggas bust back Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
alone Barely over 21, that mean you kinda grown Um and I'm tat, tat, tatted up, come out to that bread I'ma stack it up, where you born, baby girl, back it up
tat up on my back [Chorus 1] [Hurricane Chris:] Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up like A bay bay thats
thirty at least Show-offs on the cap, plus her ass fat It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
One shot deal, one shot, one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin'
wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt 'em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac 10 No relaxin', straight action when it's on Call up Pun and The Don, come up
the gang module Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue
the game, macho Clack clack, nigga I keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me all, i'm in your zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.
somethin' new In somethin' new In somethin' new In somethin' new In somethin' new In somethin' new The dirty rubber play the gutter far from a lady lover 380 clutch a dove, shady than a motherfucker Turnin' up acordia, shoot the whole party up
lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs Some buck that I roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years Rat-a-tat, tat, tat, tat
, weaves up Tattoo, weaves up, tattoo, weaves up Tattoo, weaves up, tattoo, weaves up To the back, back, bag it up, tat, tat, tat it up She's a 5-star
fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B.
