Floor Seats

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Forse 1's in the floor seats It's war time, we need more heat Don't have a cow, it's just more beef He a simp, son, like what you need? We got all type of guns Could snipe him down if he try to run He do it for the sport, it ain't no [?] on my fork You know we balling, what a wonderful court We want it all, we never deal with the short We got both, if you shoot or snort You know it's them, coming straight from the porch Reporting live from the four one two From where them boys come through Don't get wet up on the block, Shamoo [Verse 2] Mic check, one two They gon' act funny when that money come You sent it out and get the shit back, that's a dummy run It ain't another, this a one of one That means nothing before this, and none to come That's wort to Shawn Carter, I heard they bang fifteen on you, Vince Carter Then got you for your bling bling, Dwayne Carter My niggas in the trentches, been serving off them bentches I'm used to cheffing chicken, did it in my mama's kitchen It's nothing new round here Just bought some new bullets for you [?] I'm Doug E. Fresh in my best, C.L. Smooth round here Been through it all, and I ain't got shit to prove round here She wanna know me and blow me, I'm balling, Kobi Janabili I [?] off to the homie, he caught an oop, that's a body He got the heat and we ain't tripping, moving smooth through the party
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Credits
- Writers
- Ricky P
- Chevy Woods