3,2,1 Go
[Chorus]
Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
the honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin it wasnt
long for everybody knew (just blaze)
Whats on the b box (Youn Gunz)
Travel wit the heat rock
before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1,2,3,and
[Chris]
Its like king midas as I was told
young C was on the block 13 years old I dont mean to brag I
had the meanest bag the suppliers was my peeps
I was bringin half took charge of the block a
pean the ave still bringin cash on the scene
at last still gloves and mask as i proceed mad
mats, mad gats, mad hollow seed,
Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid,
playa been hella pimpin
you already know what it is, they dont gotta notice the whip,
I don show them the wrist, they
already know that chris and they know tha to stick
to the script it dont last long hittem and
i last long cant drive em south long send em
in a cab home you takin mad long get cha bags gone
I aint got a dime for you time for me pass on
[Chorus 1x]
[Chris]
Back in effect vest, mach in the tech, show
you how to clap wit perfect when they actin a mess
we from north PHILLY free, peedie crack
and the rest mac south side O and sparks back on the
West we the leaders of the new school,
heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool every
weekend its a new crew bout to set the
record staight soon as the record break ship t2 more to
the store wath it levatate
Neef
Yeah we never late early in the game
we brought pain yup heavy spen up in every state yeah you
bond to hate tiered of the boad and tape
7 60 bound to scape put em all around ya face time to
cool walk in ya place get every dime
you got up out of
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