Heavy Weights Lyrics - Singles - Dj Muggs

Intro: 

Geyeah! 

Stick em 

I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late 

Crews pay dues we heavy weights 

Verse 1: 

Been bringin' the pain since hotter than july 

My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high 

Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh) 

Like hammer can't touch us, automatic ruckus 

No short-stop always get it from the realer 

Constantly clock the dollar billa 

I said y'all ain't never stood too tall 

Like mike gotta motherfucker off the wall 

Needs cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes 

Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass suppose 

Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt 

Been doin crimes, one time gafflin Eiht and out 

Can't stop it though, yo gots pounds to push 

In the back of the alley New York to Cali 

Got em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up? 

Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up 

Geyeah! 

Chorus: 

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Ya best hit the ground and don't be late 

My crews pay dues we heavy weights 

And don't play hero you might get shot 

Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got 

Verse 2: 

Watch out for the phonetap 

One-time tryin ta get me for the murder wrap 

Ain't nuttin happenin 

Best step back, the guns gone clap 

Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped 

In a minute, wait, pushin '96 ss's 

And niggas bailin 'round with s's on their chests 

The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver 

Executor, billy the kid the straight shooter 

Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight 

My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna white 

Best hit the road jack, situation's lookin grim 

Be's like tina out on a limb 

We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular 

Got thousands but still floss on burnt-out cellulars 

I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show 

And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (bing!) 

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Chorus (x2) 

Verse 3: 

I push ya round like mr biggs stuff in the five 

No tv screen keeps my access live 

Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddy 

Keeps ya distance we be's the gs that's deadly 

Keeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cup 

Gots money to burn, no which way is up 

I hangs with the playas and rolls with the pimps 

Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch 

You knows the business, it's paper, son 

Gets the cash, be's a Nigga On The Run 

Better known as chester who gets the cheesin 

Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin 

For the money I do's the evilest things 

Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends 

It don't stop to the break o' dawn 

Half ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon 

Chorus (x2) 

Outro: 

Geyeah! (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 (don't play hero) 

Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah! 

(heavy weights) geeyeah! 

'97 in the house, geyeah! 

Ya best hit the ground and don't be late 

My crews pay dues we heavy weights 

And don't play hero you might get shot 

Cos you ain't got scrill...muggs one time