Gotta Have Heart lyrics

That`s Ant BEEZY, nigga - off the HEEZY
Is he my nigga? FO SHEEZY nigga!
What, what? Say what, say, say what, say what?
(Kev B in the motherfuckin house)
Say what, say what, say what, say what?
(Bombay all day nigga this is fo-TAY!)
(Bombay all day punk this is FO-TAY NIGGA!)

[Verse One]
Fresh up out the Testarossa
Still buzzin off that sticky green Cali doja
Last night had, way too many bitches jock
Mr. Player himself, gon` always keep it poppin
And stoppin you and yo` ability to come tight, mack like Dolemite
Sometimes you learn the hard way, but you gon` get it right
Keep listenin, discipline plays a strong part
The majority of these bitches ain`t got no heart
enough to roll with the punches, hundred dolla bills and brunches
Comin home in somethin way tight that`s scrumptious like
steak and lobster, dank from rastas
And we don`t roll with nothin but, G`s and mobsters!
Zenithes, Daytons, twenty inch chrome ones
Never know the feelin of a bitch `til you own one!

Yeah we Bay riders, call us, murder for hire
Closer, than hittin home runs than McGwire and Sosa
We supposed to be, killin `em off, hittin `em off
with this old ill shit, givin `em an overdose of this so real shit
So feel this, way down deep up in your liver
Give a, nig a chance for the alcohol to make you quiver
Still a, assassin blastin any nigga who think he can outlast
the master splash yo` ass in a, pool of blood
So ask the, nigga who done rolled up and got his, dome split
(Dome split) I don`t give a fuck motherfucker wait `til the chrome hit!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
They say you got to have heart
I roll with dese niggaz dey mob figures and killas you niggaz feel us
They say you g
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