[Hook:]Now this ain't a song, you can workout onThis a song, you could cook your work onYeah dog, cook that snowBag that dro, gon get your do'This ain't a song, you can workout onThis a song, you can cook your work onYeah homie, gon get your mailBut watch your back, you might wind up in jail[E.S.G.:]Yeah first off, pay attention to thisI feel bad, when I'm talking that negative shitHere we go homie, whip game no doubt36 going in, 78 coming outMicrowave hot, doing three at a timeDon't believe me nigga, you ain't been on the grindDo you wanna make one, they all 2826-27, boys get it straightRule number one, no new clienteleLeave no residue, and wipe your scaleI'll prolly go to hell, for talking bout thisNiggaz don't listen, to the positive shitI gotta give it to em raw, new world orderYoung babies found, dead around the waterDon't sell dope, cause it's bad for your healthWhen the money get low, we contradict ourself[Hook][E.S.G.:]Locked down, like Nick or Robert JamesSo much time , it make you go insaneSo much money, can't go on a planeSo much work, they can't know your nameYou need a A-list, alibyeThink it's the 80's, this the FBICreeping in your house, watching your spouseGot a rat in your cap, but I ain't talking bout a mouseTalking bout the kind, that'll point you outBring the alphabet land, to your baby mama housePlant bugs in your couch, read your houseGoing through your papers, when you take the trash outBut don't watch me, watch the policeThey the biggest gang, that's supplying the streetsAnd then they blame we, for our communityAnd grant that snitch, straight immunity[Hook][E.S.G.:]Came back home, just did tenThis a true story, about G with the BenzGot my homeboy, straight life sentenceName's been changed, to protect the innocentThis one thang, we fall victim toThe mighty green dollars, straight be calling youBathen-ape, you gotta get that shoeBentley jeep too, you gotta have a new coupeNow you candy red, living on the edgeBills piling up, can't a fford to be scaredNot knowing all the time, your connect was a FEDNow you never coming home, till you old or dead I say[Hook][E.S.G.:]Nick Scholts, hold your head upRobert James, hold your head upE.D., hold your head upKe-We, won't you hold your head upEverybody in the FEDs, hold your head upEverybody doing state time, hold your head upAll my boys locked down, hold your head upEast Coast-West Coast, let me see you hold it upMidwest, hold your head upDirty South, gotta hold your head upYeah, won't you hold your head upBoys wanna see ya, dead or fed up[Hook]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook:]Now this ain't a song, you can workout onThis a song, you could cook your work onYeah dog, cook that snowBag that dro, gon get your do'This ain't a song, you can workout onThis a song, you can cook your work onYeah homie, gon get your mailBut watch your back, you might wind up in jail[E.S.G.:]Yeah first off, pay attention to thisI feel bad, when I'm talking that negative shitHere we go homie, whip game no doubt36 going in, 78 coming outMicrowave hot, doing three at a timeDon't believe me nigga, you ain't been on the grindDo you wanna make one, they all 2826-27, boys get it straightRule number one, no new clienteleLeave no residue, and wipe your scaleI'll prolly go to hell, for talking bout thisNiggaz don't listen, to the positive shitI gotta give it to em raw, new world orderYoung babies found, dead around the waterDon't sell dope, cause it's bad for your healthWhen the money get low, we contradict ourself[Hook][E.S.G.:]Locked down, like Nick or Robert JamesSo much time , it make you go insaneSo much money, can't go on a planeSo much work, they can't know your nameYou need a A-list, alibyeThink it's the 80's, this the FBICreeping in your house, watching your spouseGot a rat in your cap, but I ain't talking bout a mouseTalking bout the kind, that'll point you outBring the alphabet land, to your baby mama housePlant bugs in your couch, read your houseGoing through your papers, when you take the trash outBut don't watch me, watch the policeThey the biggest gang, that's supplying the streetsAnd then they blame we, for our communityAnd grant that snitch, straight immunity[Hook][E.S.G.:]Came back home, just did tenThis a true story, about G with the BenzGot my homeboy, straight life sentenceName's been changed, to protect the innocentThis one thang, we fall victim toThe mighty green dollars, straight be calling youBathen-ape, you gotta get that shoeBentley jeep too, you gotta have a new coupeNow you candy red, living on the edgeBills piling up, can't a fford to be scaredNot knowing all the time, your connect was a FEDNow you never coming home, till you old or dead I say[Hook][E.S.G.:]Nick Scholts, hold your head upRobert James, hold your head upE.D., hold your head upKe-We, won't you hold your head upEverybody in the FEDs, hold your head upEverybody doing state time, hold your head upAll my boys locked down, hold your head upEast Coast-West Coast, let me see you hold it upMidwest, hold your head upDirty South, gotta hold your head upYeah, won't you hold your head upBoys wanna see ya, dead or fed up[Hook]
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