Team Work

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Loaded Lux] Been laying low for like a couple My aditude is fuck you I lift my shirt with my gun, not my belt buckle Been out of site, but always in the hater conversation Don't make me line you up like the barber shop [?] These pack runners talking that brick talk It's backwards, like a Blood doing the Crip walk I'm ready for the drama, I ain't never scared I pick this 9 up, you gon need more than Obama Care Been tryna chill though, and let these mills grow In between these bitches' legs, looking like a field goal But they don't wanna see it, so these clips is never ending Killed that nigga in his hood, now that nigga trending Cause everybody like damb The bullets fucked up his system, they hit him like spam It's rock solid, we them niggas in the streets We throw at you, then we throw at the police, nigga [Verse 2: Freeway] I just got home from UK today [?] shout out to Lupe And I'm sick with the crime, got myself a slice of that American pie [?] Travil round the US, they love me out in PA Shout out my nigga Pimp P, they know me out in LA Don't make me call Chrissy my nigga, he not from LA And he be at the club with some bitches, they poppin [?] Me, I'm in the stu, with visions of making more bread [?] we making more bread Brand new [?], you can tell [?] Grew up a rat, they should get it tatted on they fourhead North Philly with me, free Meek Milly Stait Property, nigga DC [?] on the CD Audio crack, we cook it up, you gon listen [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] [?] need Jesus Lines sharp as poppy jean creeses [?] I'm listening for your skills, you speaking like [?] I just can't get into the feel It's the independent real, I'm just in the spots [?] Might be why they tryna stick me with a deal More cash and it's [?] I live a life [?] Be the best, need to rest Can't all mingle, I see the stress in my grandma [?] Like a maggnom blowing up on the red carpet, fathem [?] trap rappers, even when we go at them Never been biblical [?] But when them lyrics hit the base, oh my god, it's the god I'm feeling like Obama, in the middle of the race In the middle of the race Lord [Verse 4: Jon Connor] I got evil ententions Like stopping the track from bretheing without leaving no wittness They gon need a defence, cause I need the attention [?] I gotta eat, so Imma ethis track, I'm a beast in the kitchen I don't need intermition, I need intervention I came for green, the addiction II'm coming for more, I hope they don't open the door I'm kicking it in, to win, I been shitting on niggas like it's 2004 Look catch up, I don't let up [?] niggas they don't fess up Sleep [?] rest up [?] is the only time we get dressed up Messed up, just hoping the lord bless us Guess what, we hoping they don't test us Know the ruteen, you know what you seen You know it ain't nothing to be next up [?] calling your dawgs [?] [?] [?] I said it [?] That's just the way it is, and the beef ain't over till I say it is And that depend on what it is My city [?],, Imma rep till the day I'm gone [?] where they die for the block, [?]