G'z Up
Stop talkin', just do it
Cop it, cut it, bag it, move it
Second go-round, re-up, hoes down
[Tony Touch] Stay cocked and fully loaded for battle
[Doo Wop] We the trash bags of coke in barrels
[Tony Touch] Guns jammed then we throwin' them at you
[Dop Wop] Wop & Touch, 2 smokin' barrels
[Tony Touch] Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca
[Doo Wop] Woppo, capo, pappo, it's a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow
Well its the name you respect shootin' flames at your set
Came here to rep, no shame in my step
Pain in the neck, reign of the tec
Pimp game in effect, yours came in and went
Mess with your head with the lessons I spread
No rest 'til I'm dead, I guess it's the bread
Comin' with the raw for the session instead
Never runnin' from the law, unless it's the Feds
Nice with a pen, suprisin' 'em when
The cypher begin, yea I strike 'em again
Heavyweight kid I stay hype 'til the end
Regulate, separate mice from the men
Fuck what you heard,
I'm stuck with my word and my balls
Try and take that we gon' brawl
Never find another, that's word to Lou Rawls
[Tony Touch] This is what the game made me
[Doo Wop] From grams to eighths to key's
[Tony Touch] It's the brothers D-I-A-Z
[Doo Wop] The Puerto Rican Jada & P
Doo Wop] Woppo, capo, pappo, it's a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow
[Tony Touch] Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca
I only got a few bars, let's get right to it
Go ahead and twist somethin' God, put a light to it
Get your Cris, get your Henny, get your Moe, get your Louie
This is Sequence Records mixtape my niggas
And who is me? Doo Wop the mixtape Sun Tzu-i
You wanna learn about the art of war, come to me
I'll show you how to bag it, I'll show how cook it
And when you're gettin' patted, I'll show you where to put it
This game ain't for snitches & lames
Who gives a fuck who got the biggest chain?
This for niggas with brains, and real things on their mind
And they take care of mom, and they stay in the grind
On the block all day, Hit the studio at night
Live their life to the left, now they trying to make a right
Fuck shoppin' a deal, we independent my niggas
Cop it, cut it, bag it, move it
Second go-round, re-up, hoes down
[Tony Touch] Stay cocked and fully loaded for battle
[Doo Wop] We the trash bags of coke in barrels
[Tony Touch] Guns jammed then we throwin' them at you
[Dop Wop] Wop & Touch, 2 smokin' barrels
[Tony Touch] Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca
[Doo Wop] Woppo, capo, pappo, it's a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow
Well its the name you respect shootin' flames at your set
Came here to rep, no shame in my step
Pain in the neck, reign of the tec
Pimp game in effect, yours came in and went
Mess with your head with the lessons I spread
No rest 'til I'm dead, I guess it's the bread
Comin' with the raw for the session instead
Never runnin' from the law, unless it's the Feds
Nice with a pen, suprisin' 'em when
The cypher begin, yea I strike 'em again
Heavyweight kid I stay hype 'til the end
Regulate, separate mice from the men
Fuck what you heard,
I'm stuck with my word and my balls
Try and take that we gon' brawl
Never find another, that's word to Lou Rawls
[Tony Touch] This is what the game made me
[Doo Wop] From grams to eighths to key's
[Tony Touch] It's the brothers D-I-A-Z
[Doo Wop] The Puerto Rican Jada & P
Doo Wop] Woppo, capo, pappo, it's a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow
[Tony Touch] Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca
I only got a few bars, let's get right to it
Go ahead and twist somethin' God, put a light to it
Get your Cris, get your Henny, get your Moe, get your Louie
This is Sequence Records mixtape my niggas
And who is me? Doo Wop the mixtape Sun Tzu-i
You wanna learn about the art of war, come to me
I'll show you how to bag it, I'll show how cook it
And when you're gettin' patted, I'll show you where to put it
This game ain't for snitches & lames
Who gives a fuck who got the biggest chain?
This for niggas with brains, and real things on their mind
And they take care of mom, and they stay in the grind
On the block all day, Hit the studio at night
Live their life to the left, now they trying to make a right
Fuck shoppin' a deal, we independent my niggas
Credits
Writer(s): David Cerullo, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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