Lyrics

[Intro] Know they said it couldn't be done We do it daily [Chorus] Niggas we bang! (Niggas we bang!) Fuck hoes! (Fuck hoes!) Get yours! (Get yours!) And we do it [?] stylin'! (Stylin'!) New York! (New York!) Get yours! (Get yours!) How we do it [?] then we style on 'em (Style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My nigga (My nigga) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My bitches (My bitches) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) They hatin' (They hatin') (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em) Get yours! (Get yours!) Get yours! (Get yours!) You know, get money, get bitches, get rid 'em, get richer [Verse 1] Wha-wha I think they got the devil in us, [?] rattlin' the Chevy, the bass real heavy, got the four-fifth on me A bitch name [?] ridin' shotgun homey And 'eybody know me, I'm a ghe-ghe ghetto celeb and I Don't-don't trust nobody but myself Wha-wha, might say that I was livin in hell but I say if so then hell ain't as hot as it sounds Specially when I'm so icy And so cool, got new money, new hoes, new rule For me that old news, old school big jewels [?] one two mic check, one two, skip two how you, bust guns, fuck hoes, ride on 24's, niggas under surveillance like Wire episodes How they ever gon' stop me, they can't and for that, not only do sty-style on 'em [Chorus] Niggas we bang! (Niggas we bang!) Fuck hoes! (Fuck hoes!) Get yours! (Get yours!) And we do it [?] stylin'! (Stylin'!) New York! (New York!) Get yours! (Get yours!) How we do it [?] then we style on 'em (Style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My nigga (My nigga) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My bitches (My bitches) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) They hatin' (They hatin') (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em) Get yours! (Get yours!) Get yours! (Get yours!) You know, get money, get bitches, get rid 'em, get richer [Verse 2] Bitch I'm so fly, so fresh to death, so Hug Heff Pimp, yes, so many hoes, I'm so blessed Whip, so much [?], how many cars, so many hoes, so many hate, 30 million sold So, so many niggas gone, so many bitches lost, some left out in the cold or so, so I been told So many times before, so what, men lie, woman lie and numbers can be bought so So, so on and so on and so I know I go so hard and niggas is so so, so soft, so close [?] to God Almost? nah, too much style so so for now [Chorus] Niggas we bang! (Niggas we bang!) Fuck hoes! (Fuck hoes!) (Come on) Get yours! (Get yours!) And we do it [?] stylin'! (Stylin'!) New York! (New York!) Get yours! (Get yours!) How we do it [?] then we style on 'em (Style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My nigga (My nigga) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My bitches (My bitches) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) They hatin' (They hatin') (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em) Get yours! (Get yours!) Get yours! (Get yours!) You know, get money, get bitches (Heh), get rid 'em, get richer [Verse 3] Style on 'em (Come on) Style on 'em Gettin money Style on 'em Fuck niggas wild on 'em Put the 40 cal to 'em, they hatin' that's how you do 'em 'cause they in the club plottin' and schemin' on how you movin' Lookin' at you like "Aww nah, his wrist don' froze, his pockets don' swoll, his champagne Rozay He must got that disease called pay" if you confuse the third party talk he's me R-U-L-E, S-O, OG, I-C-A-N-T-C-A double L I-T, so hood that's me Too good? maybe, so true? probably, OD like [?] [?] blowin' cane threw a sheet of loose leaf on the dash of my V [?] tellers look briefly or so they say but I'm sayin' not only do we style on 'em [Chorus] Niggas we bang! (Niggas we bang!) Fuck hoes! (Fuck hoes!) Get yours! (Get yours!) And we do it [?] stylin'! (Stylin'!) New York! (New York!) Get yours! (Get yours!) How we do it [?] then we style on 'em (Style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My nigga (My nigga) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) My bitches (My bitches) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) They hatin' (They hatin') (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em, style on 'em) (Style on 'em) Get yours! (Get yours!) Get yours! (Get yours!) You know, get money, get bitches, get rid 'em, get richer [Outro] Ah-ah-ah-ah you know Ah-ah you know, come on, you know how we do niggas It's the murderous I.N.C We back! Hehhaha I wan' give a shout out to all my niggas, all my DJs, everybody that roll with me through the storm, you know how we Just put it down for so long and Now it's time to put it down once again like we ain't never left, we ain't went nowhere, it's the R-U-L-E Heh Bitch