| We be on our shit
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| ByrdGang we make it hot for the summer
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| We put the coke on any block that we wanna
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| We be on our shit
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| We gettin' fly gettin' high offa nothin
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| Baby you ain’t tryina do nothin' so why is you bluffin
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| We be on our shit
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| Know how it feels when you up in the pen
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| If I could start over I’d do it again
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| We be on our shit
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| Gang green gettin' money, ByrdGang gettin money
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| Dipset gettin money
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| I be fly as a mothafucka
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| Fitted to the back
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| Shades on feelin myself
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| High as a mothafucka
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| Ridin with my brotha
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| He packin the nine n we cruisin up 8th ave we ain’t ridin through Rucker
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| Nigga fuck what you talkin bout, Biggavel is for real
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| N you was good in the hood before Biggavel had a deal
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| Used to give you couple of dollas
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| 10 maybe 20 cash pimpin poppin my colla 18 with a money stash
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| Niggas is open, Jimmy they ridin my way
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| Pop the burner and let these bullets go round in your brain
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| On the streets with steady poppin
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| I can kick with the quickness
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| Seeker sprayin the bitch shit I can make this shit look prolific
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| You ain’t fuckin' with kid, I tell you many times
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| If you need some material, I sell you many rhymes
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| Struttin up dirty ghetto with plenty shine
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| Niggas can have the block the city is mine
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| From Harlem to the G’s it’s like one-stop shopping
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| You could be shootin' the breeze when them guns start popping
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| Whole fight break out
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| I been waitin' all day for the night to break out
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| Let’s stop the dice game
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| Let blue and whites break out
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| And lay it back down to watch the dice shake out
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| DT parked you know the lights they stakin out
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| It’s like cops and robbers
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| You better watch the spotters
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| They hoppin out Impalas and they’ll knock you for a colla
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| No exceptions in the gutter
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| Beef you gettin gun havin' sex you get your rubber
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| We ballin hard nothin but lead at the buzzer
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| I know life’s a bitch but it’s better if you love her
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| Live fast die young is the mottos these days
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| So I’m whippin fast gettin drunk full throttle on the freeway
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| Some say it’s scary the way I’m speedin through life
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| As I’m singing Hail Mary as I breeze through the night
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| Max B:
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| Nigga we heavy in the city
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| See me bustin off the Ruger my man’s he got the glitz
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| Gotta keep your eye on the team, I be pluggin me foes
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| Nigga I’m M.O.B. |
| I ain’t lovin these hoes
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| Know them niggas ridin a five I fucks with them Diablos
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| With the coco for cheaper, cause I fucks with Pablo
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| Them niggas got it made
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| Hit the back door nigga the feds is tryina raid
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| Jim Jones:
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| Blasted off the liquor
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| Comin through your town fed snappin all them pictures
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| They tryina' catch up with these niggas
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| I’m out on bail but excursion all the paper
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| Harlem how we do it
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| We got convertibles in flavors
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| Homies out in Brooklyn they told me murders on the way up
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| Ridin that five goin out with a bang
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| Livin that night life
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| Nigga showin' up with my gang
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| Bang bang now let your nuts hang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Be on Our Shit , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп