(feat. Cadillac Tah, Keith Murray)
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That's hot (crazy)
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[Cadillac Tah]
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Yeahh, gangsta! What the fuck nigga?
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Cadillac Tah, uhh
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E-Dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga
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Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh
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Whattup Murray? Welcome home nigga
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Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style
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Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeah
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[Erick Sermon]
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Yo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it
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Army bag full that blow mass transit
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Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it
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invade earth like a UFO landed
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Rolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed
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You still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit
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Your chains tampered, caught red-handed
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They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it
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Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it
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Got shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet
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Tape SoundScanned it, b-boys slammed it
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Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it
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This here's the real, hardcore steel
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Boogie Down Production, KRS-One feel
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That there's the deal, Ron grab the steel
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Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
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Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)
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Or your cheese (up dem thangs)
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Your credit cards (up dem thangs)
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Yeah right now (up dem thangs)
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Your car keys (up dem thangs)
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The accesories (up dem thangs)
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Cristal bottles (up dem thangs)
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Yeah right now (up dem thangs)
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[Cadillac Tah]
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Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang
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with diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS!
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Y'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder
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A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM!
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Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not
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willin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS
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Or the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME
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Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg
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This my bread and meat, picture me starvin
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Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin
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in stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge
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You look like a smart dude, relentless
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So resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA!
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Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed
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When the hammer swingin
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Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring
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an' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it
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[Chorus: Keith Murray]
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Oh y'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs)
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Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)
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Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)
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Yo y'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs)
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Oh y'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs)
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Oh y'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs)
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Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)
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Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)
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[Keith Murray]
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Listen young boy this here ain't no game
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You comin around us you gon' up them thangs
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Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks
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We stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks
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You got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em
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Nah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em
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We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?
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Save that garbage and come up out your pockets
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Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees
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Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "No Keith please!"
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I get another and another, a sister and a brother
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Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em
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Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed?
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UP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese!
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If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain
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I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs
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(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)
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(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)
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Up Them Thangs
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| Erick Sermon |
