Pick Heem Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Celly Ru] Eh, go pick your mans up Bet I [?] first nigga that try to stand up Slow your roll, nigga, quit speaking to me with your hands up I was broke, I hear nobody gave me no lone, I got my bands up Nigga, look Anytime I'm under 250, I'm despretly broke Nigga playing with my [?] then he despretly smoked Bitch, I got that shit on me [?] play with your soul [?] nigga to aproach, it's best if he don't I'm a road runner, [?] Bitch, my grandaddy from [?] that's probably why I be talking shit Got [?] don't need no stick [?] put it on hold [?] I'm up, don't need no bitch I'll wack a nigga, I got [?] bro gon' shoot for me He on go fasho, but ain't gon' shoot til I say move on him I can knock a bitch first, [?] what you gon' do for me? [?] like bitch, I'm rich, only touch blue money You hear me? Look like a Crip with all this blue on me Biggest [?] in my city, [?] love from all the blue homies [?] only Same nigga alone, he only tough in groups only We bouncing out, them niggas dropping when they get [?] Nigga threw some [?] on my block, the next day, they died We don't give no passes, 'cause life won't be no second time Crazy how that bitch think he came back, he got a second try [Verse 2: Peezy] We stunt on big [?] with me A hundred thousand on me in all blues, feel like I'm rolling 60 200 thousand on me worth in jewelry, I got an ocean with me We aim that chopper at your brother stomach, and blow out his kidney AceTimed a bitch [?] Cali, I got her showing titties I'm thuggin with some niggas from the Warren, but I ain't go to Fendy Strap check, for he get in the car, I made him show the blicky Aw shit, cops get behind us, turn and throw the blicky Whipping dope up in my bitch crib, I brought some soda with me I made it home from prison without a scratch, 'cause I had Soda with me He rode in off buss, we getting 30 to show [?] That's what it is, you know we really thuggin, you scared to go to church I ain't never sold no million records, but I sold a bird Cutthroat, that boy got out of line, we left him on a curb We cutthroat, [?] she pay me on the first I like the reup for my sack gone, so I don't run out of work