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U God Hit Em Up Roll Out

U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya

U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya

roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got

So. Still Reppin West Side Till I Go. Cicero Roll All Way Back To Da Fo. When U Use To Post Up At The Green Sto. With My Niggaz Up On Da Block, Waitin

saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning

load it up and ima cock it back knock yo bottles all up off the track I came through the front door and out the back And on my way out shit i laid you

do. Suprise niggas. Luda! Part two my speakers fine like wine. Tryin' tell me turn 'em down? You out yo mothafuckin' mind. Four fifteens, enough to make duh glass break. I hit

' D-d-dirty Bastard One, two, one, two (Killer Beats) Turn it up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up

that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...