Intro/chorus:



Jump (jump)jump (jump)jump (jump)jump (jump)jump (jump)

Not yet.......

Jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)

How many niggas gettin lye tonight? 

How many niggas gettin high tonight? 

Jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)



Verse 1: treach



Na-nana-na

I say fightyou holler a quarter day late

A dollar shortpoppin more corks and niggas don't get

Ya collared courttrife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouthaight

And change your lifewe'll sell your lifeand tape your fat ass tight

Must be just the master monk

The underhoodthe underworld's under man

Motherfuck bein understoodlong as we understand

You can't twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends

Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend

All eyes on a prizepimpin itand battle a million dollar chance

I glance and just take your tip

It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'

And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style

And gimme all these boys a whiletruth will tellI ain't have skunk

Get em tough and gutssmoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach

Get em out of grants that they owethe top notch

Makin blocks flockdon't have to bust shots

I got propsI'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks



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Verse 2: vin rock



Ha

Now let me line this nigga up

How you soundin talkin plain wit my nameman what the fuck? 

Ohyou don't knowboom bap smack and there it is

How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz? 

(what the fuck was he freakin? )

I bring some drink injust for fun

They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum

You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head

Cos the drama's for your mommatill your bitch ass dead

(let those) chickensI see your mental picture clickin

Iknow I only make it for the one-night stickin

PhatI take that back because I was not thinkin

After one piece of my dickyour brain starts shrinkin



How many niggas gettin lye tonight? 

How many niggas gettin high tonight? 

Jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)jump (get up)



Verse 3: treachvin rock



What? check itwhen the man ain't the man no more

We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war

All that rah rahI send that ass bye bye

After that I flyI put that on the tatt on my neckcapital i-i



Serve those wit the nerve to test this

Step and get'cha records clipped

Original is what you kick but I know you better quit

You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit

Discredit's what you getcos you bit



Niggas get the hit-lowand shit loadsI flip shows

If it goes to glockswe didn't have the blocks in your zip code

Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry

For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy



That's when vinnie will be

Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennialsee we

Sick of talkin shitniggas knowin how we do

So if you don't fuck with uswe won't have to fuck with you

(we won't have to fuck wit you)



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