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(feat. Yukmouth) [Seagram talking] Break these mutha fuckas off. You know what I'm saying? [Verse 1: Seagram] It's the Seagsta rollin late patrolin interstates holdin a Mac-8 says, "Niggas got to face" the Golden State Warrior lookin for drug corriors and employers to destroy us they confiscate your pape's and your narcotics niggas gettin took like antibiotics then dumped like toxic waste then erased off the planet by the bandit leave you stranded empty handed the way I planned it damn it feels good to be a jacker no longer a stragler knockin out more factors than Haglar Songtexteit's the number one playa hata an while you talkin about me punks I'm fuckin off yo paper major lick is in progress so I sugguest you go into hidin cuz S.E.A.G. & Yuk Is Ridin on a mission like Apollo 13 hollows in the AR-15 nigga you know the team. [Verse 2: Yukmouth] (Uh) We from that Vill mutha fuckas time to rob an steal mutha fuckas grip peel mutha fuckas wit the four-fifth, unload the whole clip an leave a mutha fucka stiff (quick to) pull licks an jack shit he got scratch wit gats under the matress (whoa!) tell me the mutha fuckin ac'rate directions to the Rolex's safe flexin a weapon in yo face enough to make a nigga shit in his drawls here take it, it's ya'lls then got attacked by a big ass dog Rotwiler, bitin locked on my arm, no Seag shot the chopper til it let my arm go cuz it's mo drama than an Opera duct tape him up propa then put him in the trunk of the fuckin Mazda straight hoorida 6-5 Mobbsta eatin lobsta now we livin like the Godfatha holla at yo potna we gettin off zips for 6 an kicks to break down the bricks major chips nigga, then split bitch! [Chorus: Seagram & Yukmouth] If mo-nay ain't makin mo-nay ya straight breakin mo-nay off. (To floss because it cost to be the boss.) Who's the mizan wit the master plan? (Ain't nothin but sweat inside our hands.) [Verse 3: Seagram] I gots to holla at my peoples Yuk cuz these ese's was bustin at a nigga by the burrito truck the amigo struck retaliation jumped in a 7-duce Mally station wagon assassin's blastin to retire me expire me but I returned his fire G inquires of what's goin on hit Yuk on the phone meet me in the Vill, nigga it's on. [Verse 4: Yukmouth] At 2 O'clock I threw the glocks in the GTO meet peoples gotta mobb wit the Y.G.T.O. only one fold like Commando strapped wit ammo light 'em up blow 'em out like candles handle the business left only one witness so we can get this ese we got fo randsom off our shit list or get yo mutha fuckin wig split we want 3 mill tickets an if there's funk then niggas deal wit it. [Verse 5: Seagram] It's on mutha fuckas you've been done by the enforcer pullin no shorts he'll die slow of torture scorch your homie wit hot grease tiger or pull out his dick an burn his shit wit a lighter. [Verse 6: Yukmouth] I got a page from the amigo he said we go way back, I got half the scratch an the rest is kilos so we go meet up at Denny's an Erie's to exchange thangs don't try to mutha fuckin gang bang. [Verse 7: Seagram] Now everything went as planned got the mail and the yayo in our mutha fuckin hands we gon' keep our side of the mutha fuckin bargin you're homies in a trunk off of Caddy on Harmon. [Verse 8: Yukmouth] On my way to the East wit my Oakland ass grammar Seag bought a house off the beach up in Tampa makin cream like Hammer had to expand from the land wit scrilla up in our pants on the fa reala understands me??!!! Biatch!! Yeah!! One time fo tha 9. Uh. Two times fo tha trigga. Nigga. From the.... VILLA Aus Songtexte Mania