[Chorus x2] We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs We posted up! We posted up with
: [Chorus x2] We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs We posted up! We posted up
huh Not even cosmic dimensions and such But many fools, they try to post a duel Try to post a front but they know it ain't cool, yeah Boy, my mind goes
full of rocks Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch I remember telling my T,
coedine settle, and have a toast one time Multiplications on my digits, come up over some time 3-57 in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe Bryant Powered up
) [Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up
warn us But niggaz ain't listen to Pac Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac Shit yean got it yet (no) Then you won't get it Might as well measure 'em up
-lo fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino Brown, the whole town be shook up and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
t go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin
in my life Two times out of three, I was paid to rock mics You don't want none, Shamus posts high like bail bondsmen Or Larry Johnson, going low on Stacy
Konvict Stand up Salute Devon Stephens Up front is in the building It's the konvict album Yeah Yall done fucked up now I got money now nigga I got enough
the concrete jungle Where rap about your cash'll get your mouth bloodied up Run in your house, real late, you and your wife buddied up I can't afford
and sturdy We always rocking never stopping no la-la-la la-la-la la We keep it constant shocking often from lost in the post and It's T-to-the-A, B-double
Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish
Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And