Summer With Miami (Feat. Trey Songz)
Jim Jones
3:27Yo G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset, uh) Yeah I had to fade 'em into black Uh, hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack Ridin 'shotgun in the Eight, slumped back Max leave the streets? Please, they don't want that They need me in the shit The .40 cals is mines, the Nina's we could split Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the Fifth And he couldn't really hide, 'cause I seen that nigga drip You ain't seen a nigga flip 'Til the bank fifty Gs, and you feed a nigga trips 39th, 40th, feed a nigga strips Beat the nigga bitch 'Til she bleedin from the lips (yeah) Got me speedin' in the six Drunk off the Hen', breezin' in the mist Chicks believin' in the dick (dick) Fiendin' for a sniff Got me needin' for a spliff Uh, ain't a thing funny, when you fuckin' with this money I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up Yo G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset, uh) The picture gettin clearer (clear it up) If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up (tear that shit up) If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear up (where they at?) Lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror (yoom) Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera (hogtied) The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder (you buggin') My gang hungry, no money that we scared of And do us both a favor, my nigga, and don't compare us (stop that) We still losin' soldiers at this war Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor (you hear that?) They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store (my nigga) That's why I roll around the fully loaded in the door (click-clack) Majority time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line And that's a major part of my grind (defintiely) I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine (uh-huh) While the little niggas pump hard with dimes (now play G's up) Yo (G's up) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset, uh) They say success is like omen (pray for me) You see police will arrest us while we rollin' (I know my rights) We stay on heat, so if you press us we ain't foldin' (fuck you) You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin' We take it easy Let themn niggas hate me, come teach me The niggas with the big cake, they couldn't reach me (I know) Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy (they suckas) Snitch-niggas put 'em beneath me (fuck), believe me Fuck 'em (that's right), I can't let them break me (not at all) If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me (makes me stronger) I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC Top down, stuntin' for nothin', comin' through frollin' I'm tryna be one of them niggas that do it for nothin' (I need the money) I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it (me too) Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin' (fuckin'), waitin' to cum Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun (Harlem, G's up) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (drown 'em, she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Capo, Dipset) G's up, nigga (G's up), hoes down (hoes down) If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (then let her drown, she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the 4-pound If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (Dipset, uh) Byrd Gang, yeah You know the rules, man G's up, hoes down Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man M.O.B. for life I'm 'bout my paper, man You gotta G mack, but you first gotta G stack Get your one's up, and then get your fun up, ya smell me? Life is a lesson, you live it once and learn once You make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass Capo status, man From the projects, that's the hood within the hood That shit you don't know nothin' about, motherfucker So trust me when I tell you Be easy