I hear the club shouldn't be open unless I'm in that motherfucker
Come on, come on (Ayy!)
What? Ayy, what?
It's already starting to feel like it's that time again
Okay (Okay)
Now I want everybody to do what they know they 'posed to do
'Cause y'all know who in this bitch
(The Conglomerate)
Front and center, come on
Look at here, see them pilin' in, trick
Back in the spot to make 'em wild again, bitch
It's Bust' Rhymes, ya god damn snitch
The cannon 'bout to blow, let them niggas know quick, shit
Oh god, no, the nigga gon' flip
Spit, spazz, cut, a nigga face kicked
A hole atop your fuckin' head, bang
'Cause I'm in love with bodying shit like newlyweds (Damn)
Now is the time, let me hear you say, "Ho" (Ho)
Hands up because I say so (Yo)
Turn full, my niggas, let's go
Now don't you see how we got 'em? We here to get dough
Oh, shit (What's this?), you better get with us
Straight (Straight), Black (Black), out chyea, my niggas
Ayy, look, ayy, you know the way we do it
The Conglomerate is comin' and we 'bout to run through it
It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—
Wait, one sec, hey, homie, what's hood?
Bouncin' on the beat like the way you niggas should (Oh)
Look, now watch me just leave another stamp (Champ)
And then be spittin' the shit that other niggas can't (Can't, can't, can't, no)
It's never gonna end
I bounce right back and shit on them again
Sit back and watch other niggas bleed (Yeah, yeah)
And then I come to give y'all the shit you need (Right here)
Oh, you know I (Come) and knock shit (Down)
Me don't care, I know nah damn frown
Dready drop the beat while I'm shinin' my crown
And reinstate the boom bap and redefine sound (Drown)
Trash niggas who sit (Back) thinkin' they could (Front)
I could live with the street (Crack), get ya what you (Want)
Yeah, I know what's up, bitch (Presto)
Let me chill for a minute, bring the chorus back (Let's go)
It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—
Hop and I skip every time that I (Drop that)
A lot of you trash and you need to (Stop that now)
Tell me (How) can you not do the shit that'll make the game proud (Oh)
Tuck, drop it, and roll, the fire gon' blaze in here
Now do I make myself clear?
Watch keep the weight, yeah, we beat 'em up 'til I'm done
Make them run, bounce, bitch (One)
You know that everything's good
Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh
Uh, we 'bout to heat it up (Some more)
I hope all of my niggas is keepin' up (Eat 'em up)
I will eat your food until I bleed
Or 'til a nigga can't breathe
We run shit, control the block and all of that (And all of that)
Now I'm tired of talkin', bring the chorus back (Contact), oh
It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—
compositores: Trevor George Smith Jr., Ricky Bell, Michael Bivins, Ronnie DeVoe
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