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Uh-huh 2 Birds 1 Stone This is where they stopped Revving up my engine, Revving up my engine Revving up my engine, Revving up my engine Revving up my engine, Revving up my engine Revving up my engine Revving I'mma make them niggas Move mother fuckers move give me room then 2 Birds 1 Stone got my second wind Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up Leaning on the track Hollering where my dogs at Where the bad bitches, bring them all back Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up I'm back, mother fucker I'm back Nigga don't bet with the gats And I ran a few laps All my limbs in tact Got a knack and I got that crack Who said I couldn't rap Cut to the chase Nigga round up nigga say it to my face You don't want that race Time real good but it don't hold weight If it down hold weight then it don't make sense Got em in a box just let me vent Looking for the mo Y'all niggas acting fashion All my shit in tips nigga All my shit be hits nigga All my shit be tip nigga, All my shows be havin all your hoes up on my dick nigga All y'all hoes better sit down Look now I'mma talk a little shit now You can go you can tell em how whipped down Big down your walking in the pit now You admit now Where they go tech no tell em greet down I got a nigga mixed with a pit now That jaw got the game in my grips now, now And I ain't talking thousands Stevie gonna bring the crowd in Gotta go check my resume then go and put some miles in I'm a head rocker Rock it a capella Somebody better tell em Man these niggas ain't on my level make em Move mother fuckers move give me room then 2 Birds 1 Stone got my second wind Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up Leaning on the track Hollering where my dogs at Where the bad bitches, bring them all back Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up Just look ain't hard to find me I'm a make a couple niggas rewind me All my life young nigga been round me Bout time you niggas start shining And you know them hoes be hyme When they see the nigga on they line These haters always whining All the while Tech N9ne and them signed them And I got that loud bitch, yeah I got that loud bitch Fuck what the haters say this swisher mix I'm taking now bitch Ain't gonna be more questions differing, lets talk about how rich Any body wanna compete when I got em in reach, unleash that pound shit Bombing with my, renegade I'm a bring a nigga whip fire Heat seeker bullets spray when I bring em out Got a nigga pissed off and I can't lie Roll with em unchained nigga untied What it feel like with a some some Up in Denmark then Hong Kong Grown ticks gon' say that your far from Strange Land mother fucker hit a home run You can have that, you can hold that All I really wanna know where my dough at Lean picture on my track Kodak From the middle of the map we know that Naah From the middle of the map bitch know that One Stone my zone you throw back Two clips all out reload that Move mother fuckers move give me room then 2 Birds 1 Stone got my second wind Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up Leaning on the track Hollering where my dogs at Where the bad bitches, bring them all back Get em up, get em up Get em up (up) In the building bout to tear this mother fucker up Revving up my engine, Revving up my engine Revving up my engine Revving I'mma make them niggas
Writer(s): Jarren Giovanni Benton, Jonathan Gaboff, Stephen Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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