So let's get right to (and then rule?) And it
ain't nothin' but a thing To getchya (grippin'?)
the move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we
step on the scene You know we kill it Goin' all
out We about to Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Ryu-yo it's in my blood I was born to spit it The
cord has kept me warm Through the storms of winter
Ignored the pain and struggle When it's time for
dinner We huddle together and grind Rain or shine
Survive the weather Forget about changing spinners
Throw me a bone I'm just tryin' to raise my litter
It made me bitter Eventually made me sicker So
when the heat's on We don't get pre-game jitters
Uh-uh We go to work man Diggin' in dirt We took
'em to church We're checkin' in some teenage
strippers Livin' life by the seat of my pants And
( ? ) with jams Undefeated we can't Lose Ever
whoever wanted with us Better roll with a camp You
trust to cover your ass When your asses can't Huh
So bottom's up Here's one for the crew Put some
liquor in your gut And tell me what you wanna do
Sing it

S For every sucker left behind O With every ( ? )
when I bust a rhyme B Best believe when it's time
to get it We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got
time to kick it

No

S For the drunk sexy women O Sippin' jack with
some pepsi in it B Best believe when it's time to
get it We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got time
to kick it

Tak-so let's get right to (and then rule?) And it
ain't nothin' but a thing To getchya (grippin'?)
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/4uIbthe move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we
step on the scene You know we kill it Goin' all
out We about to Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Tak-wow Look at 'em now Their mouths are closed
We done came a long way since 2004 Spilled bleach
Got the whole entire crowd exposed The fumes
leakin' in the street Throwin' down them (bowls?)
Whoa We on the job The one with the mob The fake
facades To get it just to make new large I roll a
seven to nine Just to break the yards And step in
your mind And unfold The great bizarre Hit the
kill switch Yah Found my hitch I'm on the
pitcher's mound for now it's me and will smith
Finally overseas I sneak in the mattress ain't
nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent We
out gettin' bent Makin' dollar amounts So if you
with me let me see you raise your bottom with
shots Say it

S For every sucker left behind O With every (?)
when I bust a rhyme B Best believe when it's time
to get it We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got
time to kick it

No

S For the drunk sexy women O Sippin' jack with
some pepsi in it B Best believe when it's time to
get it We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got time
to kick it

So let's get right to (and then rule?) And it
ain't nothin' but a thing To getchya (grippin'?)
the move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we
step on the scene You know we kill it Goin' all
out We about to Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it