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Baby AKA The #1 Stunna Miscellaneous Heads Up (feat. The D Boys) [Chorus (Baby)] I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) They walking through the court man (Heads up!) You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) [Lac] I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) They walking through the court man (Heads up!) You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) [Baby] Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder) Robbing and kidnapping Lil one with that jaw jacking Saying that he stacking - ain't packing That tool go to clapping You hear that "click:pow" Move out before the "click, click:pow" [Stone] Man I don't like that nigga anyway I heard he been ratting [Lac] We can drag him to the river Stone [Stone] Nah, leave him for Atrice [Lac] Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down) I came with the four pounds (pounds) So fucking let it go down (go down) I'm tired of them niggas talking I'm letting the trigga sparker Bull dog barking - Cadillac done did em' awful [Baby] He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is) Its one way in dog - Heads up! Grab on them K-9 dogs [Chorus] [Stone] Stunna a street nigga, straight up Make him act as money And I don't sleep nigga I stay up in a black 600 I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing) The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming) [Baby] See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots [Lac] The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly) That's the mother fucking po-lice Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up) Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something [Baby] Move, move out nigga They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?) Nigga, fuck you! Heads up you know what to do You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through [Chorus] [Lac] They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran I can't afford to be busted til my money advance But I'm running with the Birdman - so I'm straight nigga [Baby] I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44 Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro' Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door [Stone] I'm sticking to Tha G-Code - Tees and Bauts Break it up (?) covered in rocks Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops Streets watching - I know that's why I'm on my shit When them people riding with four doors - up my click Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me [Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)] |
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