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Dj Muggs - Heavy Weights

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Intro:



Schyeah!

Stick em

I said ya best hit the ground and dont be late

Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights



Verse 1:



Been brained in the pain since hotter than july

My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high

Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)

Like hammer cant touch us, automatic workers

No showstop always get in for the realer

Yall deadmeat, clock the dollar billa

I said "yall in? ", never stood too tall

Like mike outta motherfucker off the wall

Mes cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes

Keeps bitin on my dick like yo ass oppose

Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt

Been doin crimes, one time definite in 89

Cant stop it though, yall gots pounds to push

In the back of the *? allenue york? *, ducati

Got em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up?

Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up

Schyeah!



Chorus:



Ya best hit the ground and dont be late

My crews pay dues with heavy weights

And dont play hero you might get shot

Cos you aint got scrill like the scrill we got



Verse 2:



Watch out for the phonetap

One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap

Aint nuttin happenin

Best step back, the guns gone clap

Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped

In a minute, weight pushin 96 sss

And niggas bailin round with ss on their chests

The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver

Executor, billy the kid the straight shooter

Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight

My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna white

This aint the row, jack, situations lookin grim

Bs like tina out on a limb

Wes pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular

Got styless but still floss on burnt-out cellulars

Im tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show

And you cant see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)



Chorus (x2)



Verse 3:



I push ya round like mr biggs stuffin a fire

No tv screen keeps my access live

Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddy

Keeps ya distance we bes the gs thats deadly

Keeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cup

Gots money to burn, no which way is up

I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches

Keeps my grip, dont trust a bitch

You knows the business, its paper, son

Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run

Better known as chester who gets the cheesin

Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin

For the money I dos the evilest things

Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends

It dont stop to the break o dawn

Half ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon



Chorus (x2)



Outro:



Schyeah! (ya best hit the ground)

Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya best hit the ground)

My nigga muggs in the house one-two (dont play hero)

Cant fuck with the crew, schyeah!

(heavy weights) schyeah!

97 in the house, schyeah!



Ya best hit the ground and dont be late

My crews pay dues with heavy weights

And dont play hero you might get shot

Cos you aint got scrill...muggs one time

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