Max B
Max B - Battlefield lyrics
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[Max B:] (And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield) Fench Montana Coke Wave Let's sing to the people, yeah [Chorus: Max B] Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh" [Verse 1: Max B] It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm And I don't care what shirt ya on I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can When coke was 26 a gram Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop I keep the gear and pump cocked Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights Earned 'em, cause I put ya whole team down with one clip You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare He's havin' a fabulous year Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing He had no faith in his team Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar Owww [Chorus] [Verse 2: French Montana] You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass Tried to run but the whip crashed Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped And then wine like crushed grape Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone You'll get the mail with' ya head on the camera phone Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy Two toys, stash box, raasclaat All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop [Chorus]