Lyrics: Crocker, Murray, Sermon
(feat. Cadillac Tah, Keith Murray)
That's hot (crazy) [Cadillac Tah]
Yeahh, gangsta!
What the ****in' ****in'?
Cadillac Tah, uhh
E-Dub - this damn beat is gangsta shit
Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh
Whattup Murray?
Welcome home ****er
Yeah, let's lay it down mother****ers, gangsta style
Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeah [Erick Sermon]
Yo, aiyyo
I be the bandit, make dough expand it
Army bag full that blow mass transit
Cats can't stand it, oh
God damn it invade earth like a
UFO landed
Rolex or standard, you got cheese
Grant-ed You still can't hang with the
Green Eyed
Bandit Your chains tampered, caught red-handed
They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it
Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it
Got shot and +
Scream+ed, like
Michael and
Janet Tape
SoundScanned it, b-boys slammed it
Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it
This here's the real, hardcore steel
Boogie Down
Production,
KRS-One feel
That there's the deal,
Ron grab the steel
Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz [Chorus: Erick Sermon]
Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)
Or your cheese (up dem thangs)
Your credit cards (up dem thangs)
Yeah right now (up dem thangs)
Your car keys (up dem thangs)
The accesories (up dem thangs)
Cristal bottles (up dem thangs)
Yeah right now (up dem thangs) [Cadillac Tah]
Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters -
POV CITY H
HUSTLERS! Y'all mother****ers is busters,
Mr. Murder
A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat
BLAM! Mother****ers be shot for blue rocks, you not willin to die so
UP, DEM, T
HANGS Or the bullets'll fly
TOUCH, YO,
FRAME Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg
This my bread and meat, picture me starvin
Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin in stores boy
I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge
You look like a smart dude, relentless
So resistance ain't a smart move,
BLUKA BLUK
A! Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed
When the hammer swingin
Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring and my mother****ers
Murray touch down on it, time to push it [Chorus: Keith Murray]
Oh y'all mother****ers flashin' dough? (up them thangs)
Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)
Yo y'all mother****ers know my name (up them thangs)
Oh y'all mother****ers got benji's (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all mother****ers playin games? (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)
Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs) [Keith Murray]
Listen young boy this here ain't no game
You comin around us you gon' up them thangs
Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks
We stickin mother****ers for they shoes and socks
You got Benji's?
Up 'em - chains?
Tuck 'em Nah,
I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah **** 'em
We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge ****er?
Save that garbage and come up out your pockets
Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees
Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "No Keith please!"
I get another and another, a sister and a brother
Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause
I damn sure don't love 'em
Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the ****?
UP DEM THA
NGS mother****ing gimme dat cheese!
If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain
I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)