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Chka-chka-chkahhh (one, to the two, to the two, to thethree)LDT, Layzie Bone (to the 7, 7, the 7, 7, the 7 we say)1 for the (shine) 2 for the3 for the (family)4 for the, 5 for the6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-rollSkull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz wasbabiesI was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in a hot car in the 80'sCan't play me, I'm crazy, I wish a nigga wouldSnatch a nigga by his flesh and really represent the hoodNow the night is mine, I've been all around the globeChasin this money, doin them shows, playa I carry the wholeloadSee my family is my everythang, my money take careeverythangThese nuts I let 'em hang, can't nobody do it better mayneWhat's understood don't need to be explained, neverAsk Ronny to tell ya, I'm on a whole 'nother levelI do it cause I'm the shit-shit, you son of a bitch, I'mrichHow many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off thedick?Letras de cancionesWe too big types for fist-fights, wanna start shit, how youbeen tightMy niggas is known to up pipe, squeeze on niggas like "Fucklife"What I shine dawg, I'mma grind dawg, I remind y'all againI don't do this to be famous, I do it for my kids1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)3 for my family cause my babies got to know4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)3 for my family cause my babies got to know4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-rollWheels spinnin dippin, all runaway slaves in white linenFlourescent blue, that's for the Titans, nigga we get inChrist-like, crisis, isis; we are the righteousI'm fightin for the breath of our lightnin, aw yeahSweat that, technique, never that, ready set goGangsta you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily goblowAs we lift up off the flo'I smoke squares on the holy ground, hold it now, whoaForty more days to flip yo' mind, nigga you'll seek andyou'll findWe in the circumference in an abundance, my ambulances iswarning, I'mStraight out no mushy pussy, way off to eat a tushyWe monster mash it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookiesUnderstand it, don't get caught up in my looky-lookyCocky niggas get shot, so nigga don't try to push meBurn that, nigga you earned that, now learn thatChrist will fill you in the buildin, little Layzie turn that1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)3 for my family cause my babies got to know4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-rollTalkin shit but I can back it up, these niggas ain't nomatch for usI been doin this shit so long man these niggas ain't got nochance with usA breath of fresh air, like I'm new in the leagueLeBron James on these niggas; too much power, too much steamSmoke good weed and cigarettes, like Young Nob' I'm still athreatI'm gone off that ol' shit, really y'all ain't seen nothinyetListen to my battle cry, "Art of War" will never dieRoll with me you better ride, sucka shit'll never slideOne for the shine, two for the moneyGive it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can takeit from meThree for my family, four for they futureThe only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I'd shoot yaFive to stay alive, and six to keep grindingSeven to get to heaven dawg, it's all about perfect timingWhat's on my motherfuckin mind is thisThese playa haters got me twisted, rewind it if ya missed it1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)3 for my family cause my babies got to know4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)3 for my family cause my babies got to know4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-rollHey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-rollYeah, hey, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-rollHey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-rollYeah, hey, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll From Letras Mania