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hitmaka - where do we go lyrics

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intro:

bro, what’s poppin’?

it’s ’bout time, real chi-town n-ggas link up

without no further a due

i give you yung berg and twista, let’s get it in

where do we go from here?

now that all of the children are grown up

and i will respond my time

knowing n0body gives us a hand

aye

(aye)

if y’all n-ggas don’t get ya money right

this time you know what sayin’

i’m giving n-ggas till the end of 07 ’bout 08

(where we going?)

my bank account gon’ have eight digits that is

let’s go

(let’s go)

verse 1:

n0body gave me nothing

i made 50 of a pack

when i made 100

i ran straight to the block

bounced back with the work like

(take it all, you need me)

yes, sir

n-ggas better get wit the program

i’m fast on a track

but i k!ll a slow jam

oh man, godd-mn

(take it all, you need me)

yb gang, that’s the new thang

brand new chain is straight from hussein

mo shoes, mo cars

(take it all, you need me)

mo clothes, mo brain, oh yeah

you done seen a few n-ggas

wit a yang like me

never really had doh and shorty like my

never rolled around in a drop top v

like me, like we, yb, that’s us

too fast, too hard

(take it all, you need me)

young buck, catch up, yep

i’mma prime time player

shorty, don’t smoke weed

she a high time hater and

why date her hand, my paper is

(take it all, you need me)

few taller than a skyscr-per

n-ggas better know how to ride the 101

big shotgun and i buy another one and another

(and another)

and another

(and another)

(take it all, you need me)

keep going, is you wit it?

you ain’t got sh-t to say less you did it

you ain’t never came from nothin’ and blew wit it

(but)

who did it?

(yep)

i did it

yb, that’s the new

hook:

where do we go from here?

where do we go from here?

(take it all, you need me)

verse 2 (twista):

now, now, i’m a old g in the city and ya knew one day

a n-gga was gon’ come along and spit that real sh-t

wanna bet, what?

(take it all, you need me)

that he too much of a thug for you

wanna be ballers out here to deal with

make it compet-tion, go sit on the couch for him

if he need work i’mma hand it out for him

if he need a pistol i’mma hand it out for him

(take it all, you need me)

yung berg and the twista and i’ll vouch for him, that’s me

could spit it just so i could spit it

flow a just so could flow a, f-ck her like i could f-ck her

(take it all, you need me)

do her like i could do her, get it how you got to get it

me and my boy came up on tha block

hustling by the building

just stacking the money up to the ceiling

ain’t no penicillin finna hit ’em

when i’m dealing wit ’em ask yung berg

where we go after we k!ll ’em?

‘cuz we gettin’ money and the roof gon’ be so wicked

is the reason we can kick it how we kick

and it’s the reason why we pull up on the 30’s

(take it all, you need me)

and the hummers and we don’t give a f-ck

if we get a ticket and

why i pay a hundred dollars for a watch?

five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans

and thirty thousand for a charger

(take it all, you need me)

two hundred for all cops on the first look

got money on the books

and we got the dollars for impalers

and the thumpers and the hummers

and i’m throwing out the other figgas

yung b e r to the g wit the tb some k!llas

and we never taking sh-t from off another n-gga

every time i had mo of to dank

n-ggas think i be finish

but i got mo in the tank

i’mma score about 80 on ’em

and go in the paint

(take it all, you need me)

i’mma take a chunk of ya chip

and then go to the bank so, uh

hook

verse 3:

yes sir, n-ggas said dr wine wasn’t nothing

3 years later dr wine got a budget

4 years later now everybody love it

(take it all, you need me)

god f-cking d-mn

n-ggas said june wasn’t that hot

jb sitting back and i was gon’ flop

now we on top like dog i told ya

(take it all, you need me)

m holla what’s good miss ride out

let these motherf-ckers

know what we talk about

left lane, yung boss

get ya money we ’bout to turn the lights out

we about to take it straight to the white house

cook crack clean it up then i write down

everything that i see we i come around

(take it all, you need me)

every state every hood that i’ve been around

84th, just seen to the buggie down

n-ggas know i blow weed when i put it down

n-ggas know i got love, n-ggas know i been plugged

(take it all, you need me)

that’s right i’mma a prince of the chi-town

so where my south side n-ggas at right now

we gon’ all line up in a single file

and give the whole world something they can sing about

(take it all, you need me)

rule 1, better live what you speak bout

rule 2, don’t slip when you creep out

rule 3, grab heat when you leave out

rule 4, don’t rush n-gga ease out

(take it all, you need me)

and rule 5, fall or die

cop that sh-t that the ballers buy

ride that wip that the ballers drive

big gt royce chevy that’s ridin’ high

sw-ng on ’em when you ridin’ by and i’m gone

hook

outro:

yea, it’s the boss, baby

look what you made me

where we going from here?

so you ridin’ wit us so good luck

you could be with this or that

yea, so there you have it

eat your f-cking heart out on this one

yung berg, twista, ugh

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