Dj Muggs - Heavy Weights Lyrics
Intro:Schyeah!Stick emI said ya best hit the ground and dont be lateYa crews pay dues with heavy weightsVerse 1:Been brained in the pain since hotter than julyMy crews do-or-die, insist to ride highClients never ***** us (uhh uhh)Like hammer cant touch us, automatic workersNo showstop always get in for the realerYall deadmeat, clock the dollar billaI said yall in? , never stood too tallLike mike outta mother*****er off the wallMes cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holesKeeps bitin on my dick like yo ass opposeMr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubtBeen doin crimes, one time definite in 89Cant stop it though, yall gots pounds to pushIn the back of the *? allenue york? *, ducatiGot em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up?Keep it cool, one-time try to stick upSchyeah!Chorus:Ya best hit the ground and dont be lateMy crews pay dues with heavy weightsAnd dont play hero you might get shotCos you aint got scrill like the scrill we gotVerse 2:Watch out for the phonetapOne-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrapAint nuttin happeninBest step back, the guns gone clapYa know how we do, the crew come strappedIn a minute, weight pushin 96 sssAnd niggas bailin round with ss on their chestsThe problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolverExecutor, billy the kid the straight shooterGot it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tightMy nigga muggs got it sold like chynna whiteThis aint the row, jack, situations lookin grimBs like tina out on a limbWes pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regularGot styless but still floss on burnt-out cellularsIm tellin ya we runs the whole *****in showAnd you cant see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)Chorus (x2)Verse 3:I push ya round like mr biggs stuffin a fireNo tv screen keeps my access liveGot the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddyKeeps ya distance we bes the gs thats deadlyKeeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cupGots money to burn, no which way is upI hangs with the playas and rolls with the richesKeeps my grip, dont trust a *****You knows the business, its paper, sonGots the cash, freeze a nigga on the runBetter known as chester who gets the cheesinEverybody lay down when I starts the squeezinFor the money I dos the evilest thingsKeeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiendsIt dont stop to the break o dawnHalf ounce with the chronic, dom perrignonChorus (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 ***** with the crew, schyeah!(heavy weights) schyeah!97 in the house, schyeah!Ya best hit the ground and dont be lateMy crews pay dues with heavy weightsAnd dont play hero you might get shotCos you aint got scrill...muggs one time
