Lyrics

Goddamn! Right Oh this that Freddy and Jason Let's move it out This that theme music Some back on your deen music (talk to 'em, Fab) Told Swizz gotta put the top down (hey) Drive by my old school just to make my Dean lose it Hah, always said I'd be a dropout (damn) Yeah, only right I bring the drop out (woo!) Look, and everyday is first class Not bad for the kid who never made his first class {*school bell ringing*} Yeah I'm in homeroom with dime sacks (Jada) If you miss something, rewind that Memories take you back to the time Take the time to remember that you can't get the time back Now your boy's invincible Got me teaching niggas principles It just make me wanna holla You can't even get a dollar cause I can't talk sense to you (oww!) They wanna front 'til you jump in the back Shawty named Rosa, jump in the back House party days, you'd get jumped in the back Nowadays the jump offs just jump in the back Swish, my jumper is back (oh!) The bars is up, high jumper is back (whoop!) You gon' make one of the gremlins jump from the back Put the strap over the shoulder like the jumpers is back, yeah The Eurostep, the German ruger (woo!) You already know Voorhees and Krueger (kill kill kill) Kill shit, still move ki's through Uber (huh) Real shit, still gotta feed the shooters (goddamn) First comes the torture, then they abuse ya (woo!) Are you the victim? Are you the accuser? (huh) Nowadays the dealers worse than the users (oh) Besides that the system thirsty to lose us, yeah (Freddy and Jason!) Flow smooth over the Marvin Show and prove over the talking They told me as a young G Even when you hungry never move like you starving Any questions, asking above (woo!) Any problems, mask and the gloves (ayy) Jason and Freddy basically ready I'm like Masika and Alexis how I'm chasing the fetti (Goddamn!) Ugh That's all I do (woo) Please don't make me call my crew Life's a bitch, don't make me call my boo They get the drop then them killers they'll fall right through (blaow!) Yeah, I'm in the projects hella late (damn) Shooting dice, playing spades and they selling plates (4-5's) The love is for free but they selling hate (ayy) Either selling weight to you or you selling weight? (Goddamn) Yeah This that theme music Some back on your deen music This that theme music Some back on your deen music Goddamnit! This that Freddy and Jason, huh? This that Freddy and Jason, huh? It's about to get ugly in these streets That Fab, that Jada, that Swizz Middle finger to your haters C'mon man get a plate, get your own plate Get a seat at the table, if you lucky, huh Back on that thing, back on that B.S. business Can't even walk the streets Bout to make it so y'all can't even walk the streets, huh Put the business suit up and put the hood on Put the chains on, huh, goddamnit! Let's move it out
Writer(s): Marvin Gaye, Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean, John Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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