Back To Index RZA"Drop Off" (feat. Daddy-O, Division) [Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)] Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby What up, what up? I can't really hear you Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten make sure he drops them shits off I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred (What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh) Yo make the drop off, don't forget man! [ShaCronz] I got niggaz on the block, block niggaz with them gats, gats Niggaz on the strip, strip Puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper My niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch niggaz got that black, black Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits Everything you seen, we lived it Nigga front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do Cut you like a cantelope Like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for [Hook: Freemurder] Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby [Interlude: girl (RZA)] [moaning] Bobby stop! Bobby [sirens] the cops is comin [moans] (That shit is tight girl) [cops:] |
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