| (feat. Joe) | |
| (Joe) | |
| Aiyyo, we veterans now, | |
| AZ, AZ | |
| And J-O-E | |
| (AZ) | |
| I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don | |
| With the same role plays that's about to go on, | |
| Any stagnation, I rise beyond | |
| Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong | |
| From the streets where it all started, back in school | |
| To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool | |
| Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels | |
| Hit something nice then broadcast the news, | |
| Facts and weed, this slow track that we | |
| Did it all in the hood, had to leave | |
| Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe | |
| Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees | |
| Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated | |
| Return like you remembered, but more swifter | |
| Stronger than your malt liquor, | |
| Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha, | |
| They not fair | |
| (Joe) | |
| [Chorus] 2X | |
| That's how we ball, that's how we bang | |
| Show them how we are in them thangs, | |
| Play your part, play the game | |
| Everything's everything | |
| (AZ) | |
| This is real, believe it I take look for real | |
| It's perspiration under the booster wheel, | |
| Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi | |
| You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's | |
| Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, | |
| If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside | |
| Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block | |
| See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock | |
| For face, the white clock and tainted shades | |
| Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise | |
| Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six, | |
| Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick | |
| It's just me, besides I'm just a G | |
| Wit the O in the front, I know what you want | |
| Believe… I'm sucka-free | |
| [Chorus] 2X | |
| (Joe) | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything's everything | |
| (AZ) | |
| See times don't stop, and crime won't stop | |
| So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top, | |
| To every home phones and cells get blocked, | |
| And every hard top get chop til we drop | |
| If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us | |
| Wait til the lord they don't hit us, | |
| I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky | |
| (???) fifty, come and smoke with me | |
| Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me, | |
| So small crispy, man I flow sippy | |
| And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen | |
| Back shots, ass in the air, best position | |
| (Joe) | |
| That's how we ball, that's how we bang | |
| Everybody do your thang | |
| [Chorus] 2X | |
| (Joe) | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything's everything | |
| [Chorus and Joe's verse] til music fade |
| feat. Joe | |
| Joe | |
| Aiyyo, we veterans now, | |
| AZ, AZ | |
| And JOE | |
| AZ | |
| I' m back, no Belve, just bottles of Don | |
| With the same role plays that' s about to go on, | |
| Any stagnation, I rise beyond | |
| Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong | |
| From the streets where it all started, back in school | |
| To the dough stacks, and nigga start actin' fool | |
| Who' s be the loud type and like to flash the jewels | |
| Hit something nice then broadcast the news, | |
| Facts and weed, this slow track that we | |
| Did it all in the hood, had to leave | |
| Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe | |
| Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the ' vees | |
| Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated | |
| Return like you remembered, but more swifter | |
| Stronger than your malt liquor, | |
| Money, hoes and clothes, don' t let them hoes get cha, | |
| They not fair | |
| Joe | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
| Show them how we are in them thangs, | |
| Play your part, play the game | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| AZ | |
| This is real, believe it I take look for real | |
| It' s perspiration under the booster wheel, | |
| Trucks and 20' s, ' Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi | |
| You can catch me at Justin' s or up in Jimmy' s | |
| Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, | |
| If you lie, that' s the only way I let you inside | |
| Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block | |
| See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock | |
| For face, the white clock and tainted shades | |
| Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise | |
| Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six, | |
| Multicomplex, go before the end of the flick | |
| It' s just me, besides I' m just a G | |
| Wit the O in the front, I know what you want | |
| Believe I' m suckafree | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Joe | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don' t stop ' til you rich, ' cause shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| AZ | |
| See times don' t stop, and crime won' t stop | |
| So I won' t stop til I' m sittin' on top, | |
| To every home phones and cells get blocked, | |
| And every hard top get chop til we drop | |
| If the streets don' t get us, the peace gon' get us | |
| Wait til the lord they don' t hit us, | |
| I' m so iffy, keep the ' dro sticky | |
| ??? fifty, come and smoke with me | |
| Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me, | |
| So small crispy, man I flow sippy | |
| And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen | |
| Back shots, ass in the air, best position | |
| Joe | |
| That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
| Everybody do your thang | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Joe | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don' t stop ' til you rich, but shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| Chorus and Joe' s verse til music fade |
| feat. Joe | |
| Joe | |
| Aiyyo, we veterans now, | |
| AZ, AZ | |
| And JOE | |
| AZ | |
| I' m back, no Belve, just bottles of Don | |
| With the same role plays that' s about to go on, | |
| Any stagnation, I rise beyond | |
| Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong | |
| From the streets where it all started, back in school | |
| To the dough stacks, and nigga start actin' fool | |
| Who' s be the loud type and like to flash the jewels | |
| Hit something nice then broadcast the news, | |
| Facts and weed, this slow track that we | |
| Did it all in the hood, had to leave | |
| Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe | |
| Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the ' vees | |
| Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated | |
| Return like you remembered, but more swifter | |
| Stronger than your malt liquor, | |
| Money, hoes and clothes, don' t let them hoes get cha, | |
| They not fair | |
| Joe | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
| Show them how we are in them thangs, | |
| Play your part, play the game | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| AZ | |
| This is real, believe it I take look for real | |
| It' s perspiration under the booster wheel, | |
| Trucks and 20' s, ' Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi | |
| You can catch me at Justin' s or up in Jimmy' s | |
| Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, | |
| If you lie, that' s the only way I let you inside | |
| Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block | |
| See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock | |
| For face, the white clock and tainted shades | |
| Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise | |
| Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six, | |
| Multicomplex, go before the end of the flick | |
| It' s just me, besides I' m just a G | |
| Wit the O in the front, I know what you want | |
| Believe I' m suckafree | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Joe | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don' t stop ' til you rich, ' cause shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| AZ | |
| See times don' t stop, and crime won' t stop | |
| So I won' t stop til I' m sittin' on top, | |
| To every home phones and cells get blocked, | |
| And every hard top get chop til we drop | |
| If the streets don' t get us, the peace gon' get us | |
| Wait til the lord they don' t hit us, | |
| I' m so iffy, keep the ' dro sticky | |
| ??? fifty, come and smoke with me | |
| Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me, | |
| So small crispy, man I flow sippy | |
| And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen | |
| Back shots, ass in the air, best position | |
| Joe | |
| That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
| Everybody do your thang | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Joe | |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
| Don' t stop ' til you rich, but shots never snitch | |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
| Everything' s everything | |
| Chorus and Joe' s verse til music fade |
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