Like The Bus I ran the rock for the team
Weigh the blocks on the triple beam
I was Magic, you were Worthy on the wing
Got a million dollar dream, nothing in between
They players get they numbers up
Cause we had a dream
And cut the weak links off
As we gain green
Sit back poppin bottles as we blow steam
Bout that cash I was mean like Joe Green
Outkast, we was so fresh and so clean
So smooth when I was serving
Like a combination of Erving and Gervin
Expose the status on the scourges
We had the bomb that was boomin
Like an explosion
We hit the soul train lines
Locomotion
While we get money
No need for comotion
That why we have cruise control
Like we was coastin
I took the charge for the team
You look past like Magic took Kareem
To look the part we bought ice with the cream
Real talk it was all for the dream
Life or death weighing daily on the triple beam
You gotta know everything ain't what it seems
Police at the pad for the sting
The found nothing, ain't nobody say a thing
We get pumpin like a well oiled machine
Washing the dirty money see how it felt clean
My heir saying like he understood the same thing
Defense still coming
Its a bird thing
I got a smoking advantage
I got the best collard greens and cabbage
Block the pass you can call me Savage
The stables I manage
My whole team shine the way I manage
Players is green like a praying mantis
I'm deeper than Lantus as a boy child
So damn manish
I'm lingo with money
Now I'm speaking Spanish
Ear shots will do damange
The way I'm eating you would think I'm famished
This is my block, you've been banished
You've been cut like a sandwich
My son's dope grades are way above average
I gotta get the lettuce and cabbage
Too much head shots, too much baggage
Can't get too many hands in the package
Too many parakeets talking like parrots
Still the baddest snake like Ferris
Godfathers take you out with the garrots
Check it, I got hustler marrage
Hands in the air, I'm waiving the karats
I'm doing smoke out the back of the carriage
Furcatt - Shooters Shoot (Part I) [feat. Steel City Red] Lyrics
Furcatt - Shooters Shoot (Part I) [feat. Steel City Red] Lyrics
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Like The Bus I ran the rock for the team
Weigh the blocks on the triple beam
I was Magic, you were Worthy on the wing
Got a million dollar dream, nothing in between
They players get they numbers up
Cause we had a dream
And cut the weak links off
As we gain green
Sit back poppin bottles as we blow steam
Bout that cash I was mean like Joe Green
Outkast, we was so fresh and so clean
So smooth when I was serving
Like a combination of Erving and Gervin
Expose the status on the scourges
We had the bomb that was boomin
Like an explosion
We hit the soul train lines
Locomotion
While we get money
No need for comotion
That why we have cruise control
Like we was coastin
I took the charge for the team
You look past like Magic took Kareem
To look the part we bought ice with the cream
Real talk it was all for the dream
Life or death weighing daily on the triple beam
You gotta know everything ain't what it seems
Police at the pad for the sting
The found nothing, ain't nobody say a thing
We get pumpin like a well oiled machine
Washing the dirty money see how it felt clean
My heir saying like he understood the same thing
Defense still coming
Its a bird thing
I got a smoking advantage
I got the best collard greens and cabbage
Block the pass you can call me Savage
The stables I manage
My whole team shine the way I manage
Players is green like a praying mantis
I'm deeper than Lantus as a boy child
So damn manish
I'm lingo with money
Now I'm speaking Spanish
Ear shots will do damange
The way I'm eating you would think I'm famished
This is my block, you've been banished
You've been cut like a sandwich
My son's dope grades are way above average
I gotta get the lettuce and cabbage
Too much head shots, too much baggage
Can't get too many hands in the package
Too many parakeets talking like parrots
Still the baddest snake like Ferris
Godfathers take you out with the garrots
Check it, I got hustler marrage
Hands in the air, I'm waiving the karats
I'm doing smoke out the back of the carriage
Weigh the blocks on the triple beam
I was Magic, you were Worthy on the wing
Got a million dollar dream, nothing in between
They players get they numbers up
Cause we had a dream
And cut the weak links off
As we gain green
Sit back poppin bottles as we blow steam
Bout that cash I was mean like Joe Green
Outkast, we was so fresh and so clean
So smooth when I was serving
Like a combination of Erving and Gervin
Expose the status on the scourges
We had the bomb that was boomin
Like an explosion
We hit the soul train lines
Locomotion
While we get money
No need for comotion
That why we have cruise control
Like we was coastin
I took the charge for the team
You look past like Magic took Kareem
To look the part we bought ice with the cream
Real talk it was all for the dream
Life or death weighing daily on the triple beam
You gotta know everything ain't what it seems
Police at the pad for the sting
The found nothing, ain't nobody say a thing
We get pumpin like a well oiled machine
Washing the dirty money see how it felt clean
My heir saying like he understood the same thing
Defense still coming
Its a bird thing
I got a smoking advantage
I got the best collard greens and cabbage
Block the pass you can call me Savage
The stables I manage
My whole team shine the way I manage
Players is green like a praying mantis
I'm deeper than Lantus as a boy child
So damn manish
I'm lingo with money
Now I'm speaking Spanish
Ear shots will do damange
The way I'm eating you would think I'm famished
This is my block, you've been banished
You've been cut like a sandwich
My son's dope grades are way above average
I gotta get the lettuce and cabbage
Too much head shots, too much baggage
Can't get too many hands in the package
Too many parakeets talking like parrots
Still the baddest snake like Ferris
Godfathers take you out with the garrots
Check it, I got hustler marrage
Hands in the air, I'm waiving the karats
I'm doing smoke out the back of the carriage
Writer: Furcatt
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