Yeh Suh! Baby Bash (Ft. Max Minelli)

We Deep
(Yeh Suh!)
We Creep
(Yeh Suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
We Fly
(Yeh Suh!)
No Lie
(Yeh Suh!)
Off the Trank and the dank so High
(Yeh Suh!)
It's my arrival, and my survival
I'm skyin higher then messiah an' his bible
Watch for that rifle
Watch for that psycho
Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though

Now if you talk that talk
Ya better walk that walk
Don't let this pretty face fool ya
'cuz I'm a savage
Like a Dallas Maverick
Got nephews that'll do ya
Snatch that jeerzy off your skeleton with the quickness
And if its wall ta wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin bi'ness
Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin
Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin
Blowin our trees cousin
It gets sticky in the pain
Tricky in the tank
And don't miss me wit that dank
500 on the street equals 65 G's
In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz
Bigger then show biz
So I'm stayin focused
When they holla at the club
"How much them blows is"