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Peak #772
Peak in subgenre #366
Author
Speedy & Triple-Double
Uploaded
November 29, 2003
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
hott song..me and TD tear it up
Lyrics
Chorus:
Hold It Up, Drop Now (6x)
Come On Come on Come on, DROP
Hold It Up, Drop Now (6x)
Come On Come on Come on, DROP
Speedy Verse 1:
OH No...Speedy here once again
fuckin throwing it down without the pad or pen
We here, We put my foot in the ground
what's mine is mine and what's yours i just found
what now bitch? how you like-a that sound
betta pack up your stuff now i'm runnin this town
can't get away too scared start to stumble
Speedy and TD now that's double-trouble
almost got your own TD better not fumble
can't hear what you say, bitch don't mumble
you think we here by chance?..just a coincidence
but when you see the M.O.B. you just-a shit your pants
fuck that bro, we's just gettin started
this lyrical assault will just leave you retarded
telling all your homies like "Speedy don lost his composure"
just ask triple-double shit he coulda told ya
you know we bring it raw reppin 2-0-0-3
first T.D. now these bitches "Wanna Be Me"
the one and only Speedy with his cocked semi
automatic bring static till the clip is empty BITCH
Chorus (2x)
Triple Double Verse 2:
Just recognize that the game ain't easily played
we easily spraying and we still gettin paid
M.O.B. be that clique, that you can't fuck with
we quick to split a lip, you quick to talk shit
yo we don't need the nine, we don't need the tech
we don't give a fuck don't even need your respect
yo the guns we equip come in lyrical form
spittin venom like a snake and droppin them bombs
we come up quick, while you bitches on our dick
recognize that our crew come fully equipped
this ain't a fuckin game (yo this ain't no game)
we ain't fuckin playin (and we ain't fuckin playin)
keep talking that shit keep runnin your mouth
you like a fuckin bitch i'mma run yo ass out
cuz you scared muthafucka....yeah
M.O.B. fucka
got the ill lines, got ill rhymes
got the ill nines, M.O.B. yo we never gon' die
Speedinho on the track here to make your neck crack
Triple-Double runnin thangs now get the fuck back
react, we strapped, we making beats phat
you wacked, we jacked, we bussin them gats
make way for the crew I thought you bitches knew
we come to correct what ya'll bitches will do
and this is something ya'll could never see
Speedinho Triple-Double reppin M.O.B.
Chorus (2x)
Triple Double:
Bring the beat back, got the throwbacks
got the blunt wraps Speedinho man show them where you at
Speedy:
I'm here riding shotty, put a trance on your body
This ain't lodi dodi, but I'll show you how to party
TD and (Speedy):
You'll show em, (I'm ill)
I'll show em, (how to kill)
We'll make the blood spill, (gotta make them dollar bills)
TD and Speedy (2x)
You're now rolling with the clique
M.O.B. sick while you bitches on our dick
we riding till we get rich
stayin on top, we never gon flop
you can try to bring us down but we too damn hot
Chorus (2x)
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