Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Re-Up , by - The Lox. Release date: 02.11.2017
Song language: English
Re-Up |
| Now we ain’t down no more, we up nigga |
| Quickest way to the top is to re up nigga |
| Got your man in the zone tell him D up nigga |
| I still see you in my rear view speed up nigga |
| I was just pursuing it everybody was doing it |
| It was like a tradition and who was I to ruin it |
| Nothing else matter as long as the work landed |
| You got your regular smokers and then it’s the thirst bandits |
| Granted I’m in the sport for the cake |
| Straight money get the rock |
| Short money get the shake |
| No credit tell your story to the Jake |
| I just bought a new crib 100 thou for the drapes |
| I ain’t have a choice |
| Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped |
| Momma need food so I re-uped |
| Got locked hit the library gotta read up |
| Ain’t no way we letting the justice system beat us |
| So when there is no means gotta re-up |
| And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up |
| Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up |
| If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| D-B's up nigga |
| The product got low had to re up nigga |
| You ain’t gon make it sitting down and crying about it G' up nigga |
| You ain’t gotta get a black mask ski up nigga |
| I went from putting work on the stove to verses with HOV |
| Rental cars to get personally drove |
| Poconos to Nassau Bahamas rooms |
| Suites at the cove |
| My OG had me bagging up work it was real |
| But my talent outweighed what he had on the scale |
| Big ASCAP checks in the mail |
| First I wasn’t shit now these dirty bitches trying to throw me they tail |
| My vegan brother tried to make me eat kale |
| My older nigga said make it, save it, so you won’t see jail |
| Save my dough, single parent mom knew I would blow |
| You a diamond dust it off soon it would show |
| My money is like my kids I love watching them grow |
| Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped |
| Momma need food so I re-uped |
| Got locked hit the library gotta read up |
| Ain’t no way we letting the justice system beat us |
| So when there is no means gotta re-up |
| And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up |
| Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up |
| If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Master of the hustle lord of the 12' 12' |
| I sold base and I swore I was flyer than LL |
| Pyrex baking soda familiar with hell smell |
| Do my dirt pon my lonely cause what could a shell tell |
| No longer on that hard tip |
| Cause I’m on the beaches, weed and car kits |
| I am a narcissist that’s heartless |
| I’m lying but I swing iron fill up a cartridge |
| Going to war a few men will die |
| Re-uped conquered the law committed genocide |
| All I now is another ten minutes another ten will fly |
| Now I’m an entrepnouer the things enterprised |
| I ain’t going to jail I ain’t posting the bail |
| I’m the brother Donnie told you bout pushing the kale |
| Probably on a island hot spotting the wheel |
| Now the re-up is all legal beloved how can I feel |
| Ghost |
| Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped |
| Momma need food so I re-uped |
| Got locked hit the library gotta read up |
| Ain’t no way we letting the justice system beat us |
| So when there is no means gotta re-up |
| And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up |
| Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up |
| If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up |