[Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!! [Chorus: Fam-Lay] When the car roll up and windows roll down And you see the sawed off, nigga better hit the ground We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg! You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg! You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!) [Verse: Fam-Lay] I'm blasting, nigga laying in the street cause Talked shit, so I hit 'em wit the heat Runts moving, keys like oz's Like a cliental, errbody know me Running! running from the 5-0 Drug life, and it's all about survival Hustla, known worldwide dawg I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it 10 grand in the bank and I'm sticking it Bitches, got 'em by the dozens From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins Star Trak, is the crew that I run with Nigga don't get murdered over dumb shit Fuck you! it's how I'm caring if Nigga try to start beef and we burn it [Chorus] [Verse: Fam-Lay] Hey look I'm sick of niggaz saying what they gon do when they see me Soon as they see they don't do shit The nigga Fam-Lay too slick I got a handful of guns and a few clips stupid You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet Nigga I can't help that I ain't been murdered in my life, look Look I been stopped giving a fuck about living Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor Wit my niggaz and my bitches and we keep them gats cocked Uh! won't hesistate to blast you niggaz Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my nigga Uh! I'm pulling out the dagger nigga Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Fam-Lay)] Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin but let me tell ya Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin [Verse: Fam-Lay] Nigga fuck all that punchline shit, that young rhyme shit That shit that might blow only one time shit Cause when I rhyme bitch, my rhymes fit The mind of a gangsta is all time, bitch! Kill who you riding wit I got some niggaz from Virginia riding wit me And them niggaz trying to buy this shit So fuck who you party wit! Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go! Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a 10 shot glock pump That'll stop trucks, ya cocksucker! Shoot a lead trying to get a rep I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help Fam don't play wit chirin [children] Act stupid, act dumb, act foolish, act deaf like you ain't hear em Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta niggaz that tote guns Now let's do it! [Chorus: w/ bridge in background]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!! [Chorus: Fam-Lay] When the car roll up and windows roll down And you see the sawed off, nigga better hit the ground We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg! You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg! You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!) [Verse: Fam-Lay] I'm blasting, nigga laying in the street cause Talked shit, so I hit 'em wit the heat Runts moving, keys like oz's Like a cliental, errbody know me Running! running from the 5-0 Drug life, and it's all about survival Hustla, known worldwide dawg I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it 10 grand in the bank and I'm sticking it Bitches, got 'em by the dozens From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins Star Trak, is the crew that I run with Nigga don't get murdered over dumb shit Fuck you! it's how I'm caring if Nigga try to start beef and we burn it [Chorus] [Verse: Fam-Lay] Hey look I'm sick of niggaz saying what they gon do when they see me Soon as they see they don't do shit The nigga Fam-Lay too slick I got a handful of guns and a few clips stupid You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet Nigga I can't help that I ain't been murdered in my life, look Look I been stopped giving a fuck about living Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor Wit my niggaz and my bitches and we keep them gats cocked Uh! won't hesistate to blast you niggaz Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my nigga Uh! I'm pulling out the dagger nigga Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Fam-Lay)] Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin but let me tell ya Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!) I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin [Verse: Fam-Lay] Nigga fuck all that punchline shit, that young rhyme shit That shit that might blow only one time shit Cause when I rhyme bitch, my rhymes fit The mind of a gangsta is all time, bitch! Kill who you riding wit I got some niggaz from Virginia riding wit me And them niggaz trying to buy this shit So fuck who you party wit! Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go! Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a 10 shot glock pump That'll stop trucks, ya cocksucker! Shoot a lead trying to get a rep I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help Fam don't play wit chirin [children] Act stupid, act dumb, act foolish, act deaf like you ain't hear em Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta niggaz that tote guns Now let's do it! [Chorus: w/ bridge in background]
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