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Get the embed code Re-Up Gang - We Got It for Cheap, Volume 3 Album Morning3.Roc Boys4.Show You How to HustleRe-Up Gang Lyrics provided by (Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes) They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)Īnd since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding) They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet)īeen on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones) My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)Īnd it all come back, like grams of the hard I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)īlowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple) They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us) Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucksĪnd that hand-scale is still in my pocketĭough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)Ĭoke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)īoys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)īelieve it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge 5.pusha liva malice sandman-roll with the winners. 4.liva pusha sandman malice-run this shit. 3.liva pusha sandman malice pharrell-whats up. The media will turn your whole life into a scandalĬause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)Īnd if I'm standing in front of the judge 1.the clipse and clinton sparks-previously on we got it 4 cheap. Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair NikesĪnd they tell me that life's but a gamble You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')Ĭop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up The winds thy sighs, 140 Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm will overset Thy tempest-tossèd body.
The bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood. Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at youĬause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) In one little body Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears.