vengence The roota to the tooda If you sleepin on us we gone wake 'em up BLAW Cockadoodin like a rooster [Hook:] it's over..it's all over [8x] [Shawn Jay] Is it
Traducere: Field Mob. Este Peste.
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these I stack by the crackerjacks just through delieve Stress it's a mess I decided to work But it's hard to
up a f*** screw up Got introduced to the game To the game, then f*** blew up Homey fronted me a sip, s***, I made it a bird That's seventeen and a half
it's a nation It's all this my foundation within the mobster organization If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up If it ain't
red link While blocks young guns on the grind Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do In a kill or be killed situation Drama's what you motherfuckers
when I draw from [unverified] When I smash off over there It's blood on the curb over there And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over
own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before
need no G Check x8 It's money over everything, Five, four wedding rings, Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game B's up what it do, 5-0-5
fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it Come Hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over
trying to tell us How you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So front
bend over, now baby bend over Now baby bend over, now baby bend over Now baby bend over, now baby bend over Now baby bend over, now baby bend over Now baby bend over
Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes I cant' remember these old rhymes It's hard catchin' these old rhymes Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers
takin' over We Field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field It's Da' Durty,
Field Mob (Field, Field) And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's (Must bring it) Who like to shake it at the club (Shake it, shake it)
man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved This is a Jazzi Fizle purductshisle my nizzle Jazzie Faith, Field Mob, Torika It's
