Heavy Weights Lyrics by Dj Muggs

Heavy Weights Lyrics

    Intro:

    Schyeah!
    Stick em
    I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late
    Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights

    Verse 1:

    Been brained in the pain since hotter than july
    My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high
    Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)
    Like hammer can't touch us, automatic workers
    No showstop always get in for the realer
    Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa
    I said "y'all in?", never stood too tall
    Like mike outta motherfucker off the wall
    Me's cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes
    Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass oppose
    Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
    Been doin crimes, one time definite in '89
    Can't stop it though, y'all gots pounds to push
    In the back of the *?allenue york?*, ducati
    Got em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up?
    Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up
    Schyeah!

    Chorus:

    Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
    My crews pay dues with heavy weights
    And don't play hero you might get shot
    Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got

    Verse 2:

    Watch out for the phonetap
    One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap
    Ain't nuttin happenin
    Best step back, the guns gone clap
    Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped
    In a minute, weight pushin '96 ss's
    And niggas bailin 'round with s's on their chests
    The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver
    Executor, billy the kid the straight shooter
    Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
    My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna white
    This ain't the row, jack, situation's lookin grim
    B's like tina out on a limb
    We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
    Got styles's but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
    I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show
    And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)

    Chorus (x2)

    Verse 3:

    I push ya round like mr biggs stuffin a fire
    No tv screen keeps my access live
    Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddy
    Keeps ya distance we be's the gs that's deadly
    Keeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
    Gots money to burn, no which way is up
    I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches
    Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch
    You knows the business, it's paper, son
    Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run
    Better known as chester who gets the cheesin
    Everybody lay down when i starts the squeezin
    For the money i do's the evilest things
    Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
    It don't stop to the break o' dawn
    Half ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon

    Chorus (x2)

    Outro:

    Schyeah! (ya best hit the ground)
    Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya best hit the ground)
    My nigga muggs in the house one-two (don't play hero)
    Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah!
    (heavy weights) schyeah!
    '97 in the house, schyeah!

    Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
    My crews pay dues with heavy weights
    And don't play hero you might get shot
    Cos you ain't got scrill...muggs one time

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