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Correct We Be On Our Shit Lyrics
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Correct We Be On Our Shit
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[Hook] We be on our shit ByrdGang we make it hot for the summer We put the coke on any block that we wanna We be on our shit We gettin' fly gettin' high offa nothin Baby you ain't tryina do nothin' so why is you bluffin We be on our shit Know how it feels when you up in the pen If I could start over I'd do it again We be on our shit Gang green gettin' money, ByrdGang gettin money Dipset gettin money [Verse 1: Max B] I be fly as a mothafucka Fitted to the back Shades on feelin myself High as a mothafucka Ridin with my brotha He packin the nine n we cruisin up 8th ave we ain't ridin through Rucker Nigga fuck what you talkin bout, Biggavel is for real N you was good in the hood before Biggavel had a deal Used to give you couple of dollas 10 maybe 20 cash pimpin poppin my colla 18 with a money stash Niggas is open, Jimmy they ridin my way Pop the burner and let these bullets go round in your brain On the streets with steady poppin I can kick with the quickness Seeker sprayin the bitch shit I can make this shit look prolific You ain't fuckin' with kid, I tell you many times If you need some material, I sell you many rhymes Struttin up dirty ghetto with plenty shine Niggas can have the block the city is mine [Hook] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] From Harlem to the G's it's like one-stop shopping You could be shootin' the breeze when them guns start popping Whole fight break out I been waitin' all day for the night to break out Let's stop the dice game Let blue and whites break out And lay it back down to watch the dice shake out DT parked you know the lights they stakin out It's like cops and robbers You better watch the spotters They hoppin out Impalas and they'll knock you for a colla No exceptions in the gutter Beef you gettin gun havin' sex you get your rubber We ballin hard nothin but lead at the buzzer I know life's a bitch but it's better if you love her Live fast die young is the mottos these days So I'm whippin fast gettin drunk full throttle on the freeway Some say it's scary the way I'm speedin through life As I'm singing Hail Mary as I breeze through the night [Hook] [Verse 3: Max B & Jim Jones] Max B: Nigga we heavy in the city See me bustin off the Ruger my man's he got the glitz Gotta keep your eye on the team, I be pluggin me foes Nigga I'm M.O.B. I ain't lovin these hoes Know them niggas ridin a five I fucks with them Diablos With the coco for cheaper, cause I fucks with Pablo Them niggas got it made Hit the back door nigga the feds is tryina raid Jim Jones: Blasted off the liquor Comin through your town fed snappin all them pictures They tryina' catch up with these niggas I'm out on bail but excursion all the paper Harlem how we do it We got convertibles in flavors Homies out in Brooklyn they told me murders on the way up Ridin that five goin out with a bang Livin that night life Nigga showin' up with my gang Bang bang now let your nuts hang
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