Get It Jumping

(álbum: Bang - 2011)

Sosa
O' Block
Bang [x11]

Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussing
Nigga's sneak dissing
Well they ain't saying nothing
Them bullets get the touching
Them veins get the bussing
Cause bullets come a dozen
And they burn like a oven
I'm a sick mothafucka'
Loud beat my robatussing
And I can't keep count of these bitches I be fucking
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch I'm kinda off, I grew up in this shit
Going by what I saw
Alotta real nigga's they was getting money
So now I'm on the block nigga rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF running, I fucks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call yeah Cortez he coming
Wit' the Young Money, Kush stanking like onions
Edai you been my nigga, introduced me to six hunnid
D-Rose what up, you scoring shit I hear
Keep ya head up out here, Every year is our year

We, kinda fucked up
Niggas ain't fucking with me man
[?]
Free my nigga Juice
Free my nigga Top
Free all the guys man
All My L's niggas
All My Wiic City O'Block Niggas man
All My front street Glory Boyz man
Ya know. OTF bitch
All my young money niggas man,
All my 300 hundred savage's man
Bang [x5]