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Clipse Presents: Re-Up Gang Lyrics

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you
Let me talk to you for a moment, true story

Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
I'm scared and nervous

From bad dreams (nightmares)
I have dreams that make me afraid

I hope the Feds don't grab the team
I am worried about the authorities coming after us

'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We have a reputation for causing problems

We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
We sell drugs in large quantities

Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
We are being honest and hope to go to heaven

Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
We are Muslim and hope that God will forgive us

And outlaws is what it made us
We are criminals and were made this way

We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
We live a luxurious lifestyle and spend a lot of money

Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Until I achieve something great

Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
When we succeed, we celebrate with fancy cars

Due to my political ties
Because of my connections

I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
I need expensive accessories in my car

And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
If my associates don't know you

You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
I can have someone kill you easily

You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
I scare white people

Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
I am successful and have expensive shoes

Boy you talk about my life here
You are discussing my lifestyle

Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
I associate with older gang members

And they tell me that life's but a gamble
They say life is uncertain

The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
The press can ruin your reputation

Put my emotions aside (why?)
I am trying to stay rational

'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I am afraid of being caught by the authorities

I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
I will keep going

And don't cry (don't cry)
I won't be upset

'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
My mother raised me to be tough

And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
If I am on trial

He can never take me alive (no)
I will not be caught

Poured off Bentley
Expensive car

Looking like steroids
Looks strong and powerful

Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Futuristic car

Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
The car looks fast and powerful

Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Expensive and rare item

Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
I am buying expensive things at a luxury store

Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
I spent a lot of money on pants

Bitches love it, nigga's want it
Women like it, men want it

So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
People want my things so much that I would be willing to harm them

Believe it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
I am aggressive and irritable

You better stay out the forest, warning
You should avoid me

It's Santana you fucks,
My name is Santana

Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I am rich and can make people do anything for money

I see you clear, my antennas is up
I am very observant and alert

And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
I still have a scale for weighing drugs

What you want? (What you want?)
What do you need?

Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Drug dealers, where are you?

Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Who is selling cocaine?

Boys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
People are buying drugs with markings on them

Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Meet the people who are making and selling drugs

Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Be successful or fail

Your corpse, flies will emerge
After death, your body will decay

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Your enemies are nearby, but your friends are even closer

Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Driving fast and listening to Tupac

Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Do you want to take risks?

Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
Smoking marijuana and feeling very high

I'm drunk staring B
I am drunk and looking at someone

I need therapy
I need help

The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
I am excessively suspicious

Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
Thinking about money and drugs

I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
I will make money as soon as I arrive

My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
I am being honest

And it all come back, like grams of the hard
My actions will have consequences

You heard of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
People know us, we are dangerous and sketchy

Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
I have been trying to stay out of trouble, but the authorities are after me

They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
The police are trying to arrest me and my associates

When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
When I am selling drugs, the police follow me

They try to catch me out of bounds
They try to arrest me when I am not in the right place

They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
I have guns and will defend myself if I am caught outside of town

A thug changes, and love changes
People change over time

And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
After the terrorist attacks, drugs became more expensive