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Ring The Alarm (Clean) - Philly's Most
Somebody ring the alarm
You better run fore this gun get used off no doubt
Be +Ludacris+ for you niggaz not to +Roll Out+
Either that or being poped like Smashmouth
How about lits spits that sh*t that makes that money
Cats stack them chips sweeter than a bag of Nestle Tollhouse
So think about the predicament you in dog
Before you talk sh*t again I'm eatin
Where the f**k could you ever sit again
And where yo peeps gon' live again if we beefin
Hate on me cause I'm all decent
All this hate ain't recent it's been since
Back when stacks start increasin
And y'all main b**ches peeped it so hold up
It's no secret the hoes is creepin
And all y'all lies is weak and it won't work
I'm freakin
Liftin skirts on bad broads on E like Brooke Burke ni**a
Like Brook Burke ni**a like Brooke Burke
Somebody ring the alarm somebody
Somebody somebody ring the alarm
Somebody somebody somebody
Somebody somebody ring the alarm
Look real ni**a - that's my game (game)
'Bonic ni**a - that's my name (name)
I'm hot sh*t (hot sh*t) spit them flames (flames)
Thoughts insane let them sit on ya brain (brain)
Get back (get back) I don't want you to draw (draw)
Don't trip my hip'll make you fall (fall)
Don't lip my clip'll hush y'all
Then call Paul and be out by tommorry
(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)
Call Lit meet me right by the whip sh*t
Hit rock kiss the streets goodbye (bye)
Look call Nate look up under the zinc
It is what you think put that sh*t in the bank
(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)
Call Pops disassemble my glocks
Reduce the sh*t to rub on hot rocks (rocks)
Call Teddy ask Unc' is he ready
Me and Lit bout to pour and it's time to get Jetty
G4 back to ATL (sh*t)
Judge'll never get a chance to play us for bail
We sit in first class we don't sit in them cells
And our niggaz don't and if they do they get bail sh*t
Somebody ring the alarm
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
I stopped doin crime mom I really did
I changed my ways I'm tryna live
And ball wit big heads like Jason Kidd's/kid's
F**k a bid it's not the way to go out - young'n
Let me tell you what I'm talking about
Fifteen had to do what I had to do ask Boo
Stack paper got a cue and a twenty-two
It's all true why the f**k would I lie to you
(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)
Look I ain't gon' hold you up
Come at me straight I'll fold you up
Cop 'dro and jaws that come big as a Foldgers cup yup
I thought I told you buck I'm next level (next level)
Like feet I might creep feel on my self (oooo)
There goes my heat not Tweet (uh)
I'm not sweet (not sweet) you could hear it
Or fear it and read it and weep and get dirty in a week
