
Hate It Or Love It Re-Up Gang (Ft. Pharrell Williams)
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[Intro: Pusha T]
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
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[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
I make it vivid for the tourists, goin' through my storage
Two four Montgomery was hot like Porridge
Circa '89 when that coke money flourished
I had peach fuzz and a snub nosed Taurus
And my Eddie Bauer warrage, heart full of courage
My past was sordid or should I say lurid
Molded after legends my cousins
Ahkmed hamhocked the sean
Rich said mega even 21st and norris
Buttons and ice kept the norris
The pea green jacket like a forest
Dud shoes'll crinkle hustle every one of them
My homina her face was all 19th n Cumberland
Regime came tumblin'
JBM fell cats mumblin'
It's never been the same with the jugglin'
Behind kept it crumblin'
Ahkmed passed the streets numbin' us
My brother Has knocked niggas fumblin'
[?]
Hot got shot, now he's gone, the streets humblin'
Anwar got life, my youngest brother 23 years
Seven years, we ain't stumblin', we grumblin'
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
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[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
I make it vivid for the tourists, goin' through my storage
Two four Montgomery was hot like Porridge
Circa '89 when that coke money flourished
I had peach fuzz and a snub nosed Taurus
And my Eddie Bauer warrage, heart full of courage
My past was sordid or should I say lurid
Molded after legends my cousins
Ahkmed hamhocked the sean
Rich said mega even 21st and norris
Buttons and ice kept the norris
The pea green jacket like a forest
Dud shoes'll crinkle hustle every one of them
My homina her face was all 19th n Cumberland
Regime came tumblin'
JBM fell cats mumblin'
It's never been the same with the jugglin'
Behind kept it crumblin'
Ahkmed passed the streets numbin' us
My brother Has knocked niggas fumblin'
[?]
Hot got shot, now he's gone, the streets humblin'
Anwar got life, my youngest brother 23 years
Seven years, we ain't stumblin', we grumblin'
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