London On Da Track - Shine On 'Em lyrics

[Intro:Bleu Davinci, DJ Drama] Put the ground beneath your feet cuz Go out on a blaze if you royal if you got ??? (It's 'bout that time!) Straight up! (Bleu Davinci, DJ Drama; Gangsta Grillz you ba*tards!) (We got London on da Track!) [Hook: Bleu Davinci, Sosay] These n***as keep lookin', lookin' all crazy (Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!) My shooter got shooters, they ain't never gettin' laid (shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, bweh!) These n***as lookin' shook, betta' keep watchin'! (Money! Money! On it, Yea!) I shine on the p*ssy, ain't no stoppin'! (Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up! Yea!) [Bleu Davinci: Verse 1] These n***as keep lookin', go, git dustin' (?!?) Yea that n***a, nah don't trust 'em n***a in the trap, gittin' that guap Go n' drop yo money then break the f** out n***a gettin' paid, n***a gettin' dough n***a f** around here, n***a get smoked n***a ride cars, n***a ride Benz That's my hitta right there, career I don't give a f** 'bout what a talk p**y a** n***a keep talk, get dropped Never really cared 'bout a b**h-a** cop Feds on the tail, let 'em hoes watch n***as on Xan', n***as on lean Four hun' for the shoes, eight hun' for the jeans Juss came from the west with the fire-a** green Finna f** the city, let 'em cop.... seventeen p**y-a** n***a keep lookin' all cra(z)y My n***a whickin' sh**, doin' no playin' Stick come out and the stick be sprayin' What a n***a talkin' what a n***a be layin' My shooter got shoot, my trappers got trap These fake a** dopeboys really juss rap My n***as gettin' money, you n***as know facts Keeping lookin' all crazy, get your rear pushed back