they scream Think im playing i mean it Man i dont bought all this pistols, just get it popping Start and wavin my own voice shell cases gets the drop
seen A black man come into Miami...with pounds and pounds of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black man drop off A kilo load
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop
all I really want is you down on me put it down on me (50 cent) Systems thumping party jumping shorty she's a perfect 10 she rock her hips than roll her hips than drop
you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie
Unit [Verse 1] Damn baby all I need is a lil bit A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit Drop it like
up, i'm all turnt up [50 Cent - verse 2] its on now, 'cause these b-tches gyrating we strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin' party poppin' she goin' drop it she aint stoppin' sittin' watchin' system
all turnt up, I'm all turnt up [Verse 2] Its on now, 'cause these bitches gyrating We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin' Party poppin' she goin' drop it she ain't stoppin' Sittin' watchin' system
fantasy but now it's time to feel to come true it's time for me to come through and pick you up in a 63 SS Drop Top Chevrolet barrel in the back clip
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95 My shawty leanin blasting that Do or Die Pushin that motherf**kin wood cause we certified Got a system thatll beat and
dub You're rockin to, you're jumpin to de beat and de rhythm So get your foot on tune to the two drop system Well Beenie is the king and I starting,
in the one drop; And we'll still find time to rap; We're makin' the one stop, The generation gap; Now feel this drumbeat As it beats within, Playin' a riddim, Resisting against the system
oh oh (yeah yeah yeah) check this out verse 1: when she come and pick me up we just be cruisin(cruisin) riding down p street with the music up loud system
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the
matter the pain Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting But nigga for certain, this is the game Man don't let them win, never let the system think they got
m infected by the sound (Everybody in the club!) Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me Hey Mister DJ come burn this place right down to the ground My body's aching System
home? Turn off your phone take off your clothes. No drink just smoke. Don't f**k with me. Get down. and roll it up with me. 'caus i got a sound system
rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la Get high [Verse 1:] (Yeah, yeah) Hello, my name's Christian, steady flame spittin' Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system
