Itand's a celebration yand'all, letand's do it!
(havoc)
yeah yand'all
bounce, yeah, bounce
yeah! aight? aiyyo..
Cats like, andquot;havand', what the deal dunn?andquot;
nigga back on his grind, tryin to kill son
a little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin?
but jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin
straight short nigga oxin niggaz givin and'em doctor stitches
first chance i get, you know iand'm shittin
on them fake-ass thugs, stuntin in the club
donand't get scuffed in front of these broads
homey so pussy, what they do to they broad
beat them bitches up if they dance to the mobb
type of shit is that?
that wonand't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that
homey we got this locked
like champagne in a wino hand we gonand' pop and
hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot
(2x chorus)
just party, donand't get yourself shot (uh-huh)
leave all the drama back home at the block
at the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin
while the dj, playin what iand'm feelin (pimpin them hoes)
(prodigy)
yeah, aiyyo
iand'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged
iand'm hot-blooded, donand't have me with the snub
all at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked
and iand'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
we got mountains and we gonand' have a smokefest son
cand'mon, feel like vegas, we bringin home used paper
ainand't it amazin iand'll stretch how we keep bangin
we got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta
queensbridge, mobb deep like terrorists
we come through, blow shit up, americaand's
nightmares right here live in the flesh
our blood and bone be sittin in ferraris and better
we out in l.a. we drive our own cars, they not renters
and take flights back home to hop up in some next shit
while you tryin to get your hand on some cash
we never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic
(chorus)
(noyd)
feel that nigga, yeah
okay yo, aiyyo
aiyyo we ainand't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor
shit, and'til them fuckin flamers empty out player
cause boy i thought you knew, donand't confuse me with the music
iand'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it
iand'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in newark
iand'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with lugers
the bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters
with dudes thatand'll cut ya, thatand's what eatin your food is
fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it
cause niggaz be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget
knee deep in the grind like andquot;fuck itandquot;
we gotta keep it real son thatand's only how the people gonand' love it
and learn to respect the infamous to the death kid
we on another level, yeah we really on some next shit
got the techs spittin and makin more connections
makin more cash and blastin more weapons
(chorus)
