MC Eiht - Heavy Weights | Текст песни

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• Heavy Weights

Geyeah!
Stick em
I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late
Crews pay dues we heavy weights

Verse 1:

Been bringin' the pain since hotter than july
My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high
Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like hammer can't touch us, automatic ruckus
No short-stop always get it from the realer
Constantly clock the dollar billa
I said y'all ain't never stood too tall
Like mike gotta motherfucker off the wall
Needs cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes
Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass suppose
Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
Been doin crimes, one time gafflin Eiht and out
Can't stop it though, yo gots pounds to push
In the back of the alley New York to Cali
Got em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up?
Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up
Geyeah!

Chorus:

Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues we heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got

Verse 2:

Watch out for the phonetap
One-time tryin ta get me for the murder wrap
Ain't nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns gone clap
Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped
In a minute, wait, pushin '96 ss's
And niggas bailin 'round with s's on their chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver
Executor, billy the kid the straight shooter
Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna white
Best hit the road jack, situation's lookin grim
Be's like tina out on a limb
We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got thousands but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show
And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3:

I push ya round like mr biggs stuff in the five
No tv screen keeps my access live
Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddy
Keeps ya distance we be's the gs that's deadly
Keeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no which way is up
I hangs with the playas and rolls with the pimps
Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch
You knows the business, it's paper, son
Gets the cash, be's a Nigga On The Run
Better known as chester who gets the cheesin
Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin
For the money I do's the evilest things
Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop to the break o' dawn
Half ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon

Chorus (x2)

Outro:

Geyeah! (ya best hit the ground)
Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya best hit the ground)
My nigga muggs in the house one-two (don't play hero)
Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) geeyeah!
'97 in the house, geyeah!

Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues we heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill...muggs one time


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