AWA

Hold On When You Get Love And Let Go When You Give It

Track byStarS

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  • 2012.04.09
  • 4:39
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Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me Go through Ke and Mike D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey Who a nigga know as hard as me, who a nigga know is smart as me Niggaz wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the boss more ravage D Get your ass in like a rod and real, hardest nigga out there with no deal Crawling through niggaz like a snow mobile, and I make shit that the real can feel Now all you niggaz know, that I got hella flow And I got hella do', and where that came from I got a whole lot mo' It's time to settle the sco', for those who claiming best Y'all niggaz can place your bets, cause the best rest in your T-E-X So who's got next, step to the booth I smash em one at a time, or I'll just smash the whole group Big H.A.W.K. done flew the coupe, so what's y'all talking bout H-A-Dub-K, I'm calling niggaz out Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on mayn, gotta get my money long Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on, I'm a hustler I ain't coming home I got big money big cars, big chains and big glocks Playboy bunnies in cuts or bar, I'm holding grain in candy drops Counting stacks and bleeding blocks, when the boys talk down and they hate But I'm not too concerned with them fools, I'm trying to get my paper straight I'm all real but they all fake, all talk all hype All games but not a playa, they all bark but no bite They throw the South with all they might, me I'm not the plexing type But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight They chatter boxers, steady talking down on real G's But keep it cool just like the breeze, playa like me about that cheese Plenty noise my actions speak, this gangsta team is so elite I'm representing that Swishahouse, and all haters can kiss the cheek All haters can kill theyself, if you don't like me then come and fight me Put him in check just like some Nikes, and whoop that ass so-so politely If you can't walk the walk, then really it ain't no need to talk Let's get it on and we'll break you off, it's Paul Wall and Big H.A.W.K. [Hook] [Slim Thug:] These boys be talking reckless, like they be running Texas Cause they done got a set of rims, and a diamond necklace That got em feeling swoll, and got em feeling cold Live with they mamas, but swear they ball out of control Got some radio play, and a song that people like You done it my nigga, now let me see ya do it twice And again and again, for ten years win What you gon do, when you show Thug what you spin And they drop in a Benz, your body style old I got long jevity in the game, cause my game thoed I'm the Boss of the South, and I can back it up And I'll ride on you haters, if you acting up I been stacking up, since I was 17 Been in the city, in every car that you think clean And I'm still getting green, my checks ain't stopped yet So when you see the Boss, show the Boss some respect

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