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How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)

Verse 1: treach

I say fightyou holler a quarter day late
A dollar shortpoppin more corks and niggas don’t get
Ya collared courttrife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouthaight
And change your lifewe’ll sell your lifeand tape your fat ass tight
Must be just the master monk
The underhoodthe underworld’s under man
Motherfuck bein understoodlong as we understand
You can’t twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends
Niggas over here don’t switch and bitch and bend
All eyes on a prizepimpin itand battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take your tip
It’s that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou’
And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
And gimme all these boys a whiletruth will tellI ain’t have skunk
Get em tough and gutssmoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach
Get em out of grants that they owethe top notch
Makin blocks flockdon’t have to bust shots
I got propsI’m warning you like closing doors when cop knocks


Verse 2: vin rock

Now let me line this nigga up
How you soundin talkin plain wit my nameman what the fuck?
Ohyou don’t knowboom bap smack and there it is
How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?
(what the fuck was he freakin? )
I bring some drink injust for fun
They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum
You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head
Cos the drama’s for your mommatill your bitch ass dead
(let those) chickensI see your mental picture clickin
Iknow I only make it for the one-night stickin
PhatI take that back because I was not thinkin
After one piece of my dickyour brain starts shrinkin

How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)

Verse 3: treachvin rock

What? check itwhen the man ain’t the man no more
We’ll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All that rah rahI send that ass bye bye
After that I flyI put that on the tatt on my neckcapital i-i

Serve those wit the nerve to test this
Step and get’cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
Discredit’s what you getcos you bit

Niggas get the hit-lowand shit loadsI flip shows
If it goes to glockswe didn’t have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy

That’s when vinnie will be
Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennialsee we
Sick of talkin shitniggas knowin how we do
So if you don’t fuck with uswe won’t have to fuck with you
(we won’t have to fuck wit you)


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