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Heavy Weights

MC Eiht

Muggs Presents... The Soul Assassins Chapter I, 1997, ingilis

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Now just behave yourself and nobody'll get hurt
Join us in a glass of beer
Thanks, do you mind if I have some of that whiskey instead?
Give him a drink, sister
Turn on that radio and back here
The cops ain't likely to catch up with us, not tonight
So we can all be quiet and peaceable and have
A few beers together and listen to the music
And not make any wrong moves
Stick 'em
I said you best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
Been bringin' the pain since hotter than July
My crews do or die, insist to ride high
Clients never fuck us (Uh-uh)
Like Hammer can't touch us, automatic ruckus
No soul stop, always get it from the realer
Constantly clock the dollar biller
I said y'all, Ed never stood too tall
Like Mike got a motherfucker off the wall
Need cheese 'cause the rats got my pockets with holes
Keep bitin' on my dick like your ass supposed
Mr. Tony got the paper (Uh-huh), no doubt
Been doin' crime one time, definitely '89
Can't stop it though, yo, gots pounds to push
In the back of the alley, New York, the cat it
Got 'em fly like birds, okay, who got the pickup?
Keep it cool one time, don't try to stick up
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
Watch out for the phone tap
One time tried to stick me for the murder rap
Ain't nothin' happenin', best step back
The guns gon' clap, you know how we do
The crew come strapped in a minute
Weight pushin' nines, six SS's
And niggas fellin' 'round with S's on they chests
The problem solver, uh, chrome revolver
Executor, really the kid, the straight shooter
Got it locked down 'cause all the fiends be beggin' for the type
My nigga Muggs got it sold like China White
This hit the road jack, situation's lookin' grim
B's like Tina, out on a limb
We's pimp niggas, we makin' paper on the regular
Got thousands but still floss on burnt out cellulars
I'm tellin' you, we reruns the whole fuckin' show
And you can't see me, no toe to toe
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
I push around like Mr. Big stuff in the five
No TV screen keeps my actions live
Got the Glocks on ready, check punks like Teddy
Keep your distance, we these the G's that's deadly
Keep the Cristal chilled in my favorite cup
Gots money to burn, know which way is up
I hangs with the players and balls with the rich
Keep my grip, don't trust a bitch
You knows the business, it's paper, son
Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run
Better known as Chester who gets the cheese and
Everybody lay down when I starts to squeezin'
For the money, I do's the evilest things
Keeps my work goin' nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop 'til the break of dawn
Have fun, stupid chronic, don't period
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
MC Eiht in the house, one two
My nigga Muggs in the house, one two
You can't fuck with the crew
Heavyweight
'97 In the house
You best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues, we heavyweights
And don't play hero, you might get shot
'Cause you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got