Translation: Rx Bandits. Bury It Down Low.
we fought, simplify the complications, get together to unite, got my power within my hands, got to train it to turn the dark to light. Ohh, it's serving
Now what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault
on roof, Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof. Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da truth, So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof
where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da
strong way Your body is bangin' baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga, now tell me how you want it How do u want it? How does it
a special report About some devastating earthquake in Peru There were thirty thousand crushed to death, even more were buried alive On the Richter scale it
got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe stick
you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe
riches But a nigga like me don't pay shit To put it blunt to you, homey don't play bitch So open up and let me get it Be payin for the pussy, bitch with it
't battle the masses dear A tiny storm in your teacup, girl Oh no, oh no, it's getting worse, worse by the minute We're down here in division in mystery
, had it's five seconds of fame Now it's time to throw a wrench all up in they game We trek this battlefield life With words to sleigh the doubters, expect no knives It
the windows they were watching While we froze down below When the future's architectured By a carnival of idiots on show You'd better lie low If you
't there, bitch musta mashed And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash Shoulda known it, me, I could never condone it Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it
bankroll, lets role Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it
em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (method man) Insane like