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Slum Village Ez Up
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slum Village
Slum Village
Performer
Young RJ
Young RJ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young RJ
Young RJ
Composer
Ralph Rice II
Ralph Rice II
Songwriter
R.L. Altman III
R.L. Altman III
Songwriter
J. Powers
J. Powers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young RJ
Young RJ
Producer

Lyrics

Fake niggas, talkin' shit about me and my, my click What to do, what to do, what to do, keep ya eyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, keep ya eyes up T3, keep yourself, respect Allah Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie Baatin levatatin' up in the sky SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh, SV, SV One on one, havin' some fun, in the master suite Two is better than one, let's make it a masterpiece You love it when my crew say we from the D You love it when my crew say we work for apathy I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees Motorbot makin' sure niggas is casualties Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft SV, we the type of crew that never fall off Eyes up Where you at, where you at Where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Eyes up Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free, no lie Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free, no lie Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free, no lie Where you at, where you at, where you at C'on, c'on Say, my jam knocks We knockin' motherfuckers out they damn socks Remastered it's the S of the pad lock Been makin' money, I been had a fat knot Been loopin' up the shit to make ya head nod You say my jam knocks You can hear me coming off the damn blocks Since a kid I ain't never played wit damn blocks And I was never ever known to cock block Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock You say, say, say my jam knocks These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock Be hittin' like bam bam, in bed rock Compare the S to gators we them big blocks We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop Rock and rule niggas like my man mop So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop You say my jam knocks You can say the S is the soul shock The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked When devinous cats used to pop locks I steal earls, when I used to pop locks The S twist shit up like a dread lock You say my jam knocks, you say my jam knocks So keep ya eyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at [Incomprehensible] Eyes up T3, keep yourself, respect Allah T3, keep yourself, respect Allah T3, keep yourself, respect Allah It's like again y'all uh huh, uh huh, one, two It's like again y'all uh huh, uh huh, one, two It's like makin' money's critical rhyme written, lyrical Some emcees will never know what we keep on giving and Makin' music beautiful and we keep delivering y'all niggas to the fall And I ain't forgivin' it, I should do some ill sh, like, like Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin' shit Known to be doing shit and if you do some shit Know who you fuckin' wit Never fuck around with the click Don't fuck around wit the click You might get ya melon split Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two It's like eyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon It's like eyes up T3, keep yourself, respect Allah Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie Baatin levatatin' up in the sky SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh SV, SV, SV, SV, SV
Writer(s): Jason Powers, R.l. Iii Altman, Andwele Gardner, Ralph Rice Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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