volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky motherf**** get em up up up up up up get em up up up up up up (x2) Verse
volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up Get em up up up up up up [x2] [Verse
real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up Get em up up up up up up [x2] [Verse 1:] The
: [B.G.](BulletProof) V.L (Team up) V V.L (Team up, team up) V.L (Team up) V.L (Team up) V.L Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop
s why I get paid at Off some silver ?? Dressed in black Wit' two gats a glock and mac You got's to play it like that ??? ?? and 'dem sacs Snatchin' grounds or get
got the Mac so I'm always good You see the Bentley pull up I'm livin' it up And when my wolves come out you givin' it up Listen cash rules Yayo is that
: [50 Cent:] R.I.P. B.I.G. man ya'll niggas have some audacity Sell four mill then get half of me Get off my dick I'm the shit I know ya'll niggas copying
a come up Won't sleep till I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up? Gotta get
I need If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Eh, Webby I got you bro Pittsburg in this bitch, Mac Miller
t you get nervous on me We got so many gats, and them big Mac's Somebody get the boy, I get the wilin' on black Tell 'em, we will, we will, rock you,
Nigga Imma be up Imma be up, Imma be up; Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up It's time to re-up It's time to re-up; 7:30 in the morning,
the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that
in front of yo buildin' straight to a hudred million bad pimpin pimpin', bad actin' dawgy getcha limp on pimpin', if they actin' froggy tell'em back up
in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyy getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy tell em back up
get nervous on me We got so many gats, and them big Mac's Somebody get the boy, I get the wildin' on black Tell 'em, we will, we will, rock you, pop you
the south why Trippin of them trips they got If you don't like it the screwed & chopped But you wanna get of in em pop Wanna be MC to talk a lot Up in
trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab Sell em all double down Nigga do the math Think I won't pull up
