I m Sitting on Top of the World歌词

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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If ya'll niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin
I'm giving niggas til the end of 07 bout 08
(Where we going)
My bank account gon have 8 digits that is
Let's go (Let's go)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas better get with the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
Mo clothes mo brain
Oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
With a yang like me
Never really had doh
And shorty like my
Never roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
Young buck, catch up
I'm a prime time player
Shorty don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand
My paper is,
Few taller than, a skyscraper
Niggas better know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one
And another (and another)
And another (and another)
Keep going, is you with it
You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin and blew with it
(But) who did it
(Yep) I did it
YB, that's the new thang yea
Where we going from here niggas
I know where we going
But where you going
Don't miss the train nigga
Headed straight to the yung boss mansion
Southside stand up
Location top of the world
Westside get up K-Town
Twista get em
Now now
I'm a old g in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with
Make it competition go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'm a hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'm a hand it out for him
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him
That's me
And the T and I admit it cause no one out here
Could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a
Fuck her like I could fuck her
Do her like I could do her
Get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on tha block
Hustling by the bulding
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin
Ain't no penicillin finna hit em
When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill em
Cause we gettin money and the rhythm be so wicked
It's the reason we can kick it how we kick and
It's the reason why we pull up on the 30's
And the hummers and
We don't give a fuck if we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch
Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush
Three Fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a charger
Two Hundred for all cops on the first look
Got money on the books
And we got the dollars for impalers
And the thumpers and the hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G with the TB some killas
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
Everytime I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be finish
But I got mo in the tank
I'm a score about 80 on em
And go in the paint
I'm a take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so uh
Yes sir
Niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody love it
GGGOOOOODDDDD FUCKING DAMN
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya
M holla what's good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know what we talk about
Left lane, yung boss
Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
Every state every hood that I've been around
84th just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got love niggas know I been plugged
That's right I'm a a prince of the shy town
So where my southside niggas at right now
We gon all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something they can sing about
Rule 1 better live what you speak bout
Rule 2 don't slip when you creep out
Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out
Rule 4 don't rush nigga ease out
And Rule 5 fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin high
Swang on em when you ridin by and I'm gone
Yea
It's the boss baby
Look what you made me
Where we going from here
So you ridin with us so good luck
You could be with this or that
Yea 编辑于2010/02/12更新